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"...It was an inevitability, really. I can only hope things improve for her from here."
"...Oh."
"Somehow, that's worse."
"'The stars themselves'..."
"So it's them behind those Incubators, is it? I should have known."
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She blinks in shock as she sees the matured and grown up Homura.
"...how? What are you?"
"Ah, Kimura Noriko."
Homura turns to face the dark magical girl, and for just a moment, to Noriko alone, her form would change— Becoming at once both young and ancient beyond words, a symbol of grace, power, and righteousness all in one, clad in a long white dress with jet-black hair cascading in waves out of sight...
But then the moment passes and the vision with it, and the elder woman smiles softly at the younger magical girl.
"I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own about that, don't you? I'd rather like to hear them."
"In other words, you have nothing for me. You are of no use to me. Typical. Absolutely, typical. All these beings equated to a 'god', always telling me to look the other way, that they cannot or will not provide even a sliver of what I ask."
She repeated in her mind that she does not show weakness, the same words she always leaned on whenever fury clouded judgement. She was also cool under pressure. She learned that the buttons she did have could be easily covered. She just needed to relax. To disassociate. To disconnect mind from body. To be a husk.
She tried. She really did.
"All that power. Divine, they call it. Again and again, I hear of the benevolence of the Law of Cycles. 'The Law of the Cycle is our salvation,' they think. 'The Law of Cycles will save us from our despair,' engrained in the minds of so many Magical Girls. The ones that know of you, through hushed whispers and gossip and rumors, revere you. They do not just preach your existence in silly platitudes. They believe it. They believe in all you stand for. They believe you come to save them. That you care. But every version of you I meet, whether it wear Madoka Kaname's face or someone elses, always give me the same lines."
She turned away from Homura.
"I will tell you the same thing I told my own Law of Cycles when I went to painstakingly great lengths just to be disappointed by her; You do not bring hope. You do not offer salvation. You are the death of hope. You are the death of salvation. The sight of you means the end of a story. You never save anyone. You are a grim reaper, you are the morality that comes eventually, you..."
"You are the reason..." Her ranting turned into muttering. "The reason they fight me, the reason they deny me. They think they're fighting in your service, but all they are doing, all they will ever do, is die in your honor. And their reward for that devotion? Silence. From a 'god' that has nothing left to give..."
Her voice became calm. She no longer spoke through gritted teeth. She spoke with the sense of a realization.
"Yes, I am angry. No, that is not common for me. Well done. You might be wondering where it is coming from. It stems from the fact that all these beings with supposed infinite power cannot be as gracious and to give my life some closure. Everything ends; lives, friends, I know this. I believe I have the right to know why this friendship has ended, what came of this life. No one that knows will tell me, and that circle is incredibly small in the first place. Denied, always."
Her head angles to face Homura again. The fury is gone from her face, just was from her tone. But the words she says... still radiate.
"My Law of Cycles will be rendered obsolete. She will be the god of nothing. Over time, no one will remember her. No one will look up to her. No one will fall into her embrace. There will be no need for your brand of false salvation. I will erase death from the equation. Every Magical Girl will be allowed to live without fear of the corruption that still plagues them to this day. I promise you, I will do your job better than you ever could."
"And when you spectate my world, look upon it frozen, neatly perfectly into a shape without death or destruction, where every being, Magical Girl or otherwise, is living their best possible life, disconnected from your kind, I want you to remember that I am to thank for that. It is as you said... we will all move on to better things."
“You don’t know me.”
“...And it’s clear you don’t know Madoka, or the Law of Cycles as a whole, either.” A pause, before she shakes her head, “But you couldn’t, could you? Not with the wish you made. One who wished for immortality could never understand the hope for a good end.”
Homura steps forward, her voice level as she continues, “But perhaps I could elucidate you on a few things. First… The Law of Cycles was never about saving a magical girl in her mortal form. It was about saving a magical girl’s soul, stopping them from becoming the very monsters they fight. Madoka knew exactly what she was doing when she made her Wish… And so did I. It was a task we accepted willingly, and one that every magical girl understands when making their wish.”
Another step forward, her heels clacking audibly against the pave-stones, “Second… I am not hope. I am the one who protects magical girls against the cruel fate the Incubators imposed on them, and the Incubators themselves… I am a guardian, a shield. One that you cannot hope to break.”
One final step and she’s within arms reach of the dark magical girl, “Third… The opposition to you has nothing to do with the Law of Cycles. You would be fought against regardless of whether we existed, because other magical girls are going to recognize your words for what they are— An impossibility. A vain attempt to cling to a corpse, to return to something long gone. Your words and actions are no different than those of the Incubators, and the Entelechy is one of them. They’re no different from the others at their core, and they’re doing what they always do; manipulate children to whichever ends they choose.”
She crosses her arms, looking down upon Noriko as she finishes, “She knew you were coming. Madoka, the Law of Cycles. She gazed upon your coming just as she did all the demon would do, and without a doubt, she has prepared for it. If you want to test yourself against her mettle, that’s your prerogative… But even with clouded vision, I know it’s doomed to fail.”
Finally, the veil of mortality is lifted, and in her minds’ eye Noriko would see the Law of Cycles as She is once again; the middle-woman replaced with that same being, clad in white, ageless, glorious, and practically radiating might. “I spoke to you today out of kindness, Kimura Noriko.” She does not raise her voice, but it rumbles through Noriko body and soul regardless, threatening to rip her asunder, “But if you intend to provoke me, you may well get your wish. Do not doubt my willingness to put down a threat.” With her words, a vision would force its way into Noriko’s mind; the Entelechy and its forces reduced to dust on the wind, with her contract rendered null and void.
“You are meddling with forces beyond your ken, child. That anger will serve only to cast you into the grave, immortal or not.” With that, the moment passes, and the vision with it, and Homura stares down at Noriko with something akin to pity.
“...I understand the desires that led you down this path. Really, I do. My own were very similar, once. …They still are, to an extent. But you must look around you with clarity. Take in your situation for what it is, not what you want it to be. Or you’ll be doomed to a sad, miserable life.”
@norikokimura replied to your post “[Homura voice] So basically, dark magic gives me...”:
((Coming from her that's rich))
"The glasses are just for show now. I'll need real corrective lenses if this keeps up."
[Homura voice] So basically, dark magic gives me cataracts,
She blinks in shock as she sees the matured and grown up Homura.
"...how? What are you?"
"Ah, Kimura Noriko."
Homura turns to face the dark magical girl, and for just a moment, to Noriko alone, her form would change— Becoming at once both young and ancient beyond words, a symbol of grace, power, and righteousness all in one, clad in a long white dress with jet-black hair cascading in waves out of sight...
But then the moment passes and the vision with it, and the elder woman smiles softly at the younger magical girl.
"I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own about that, don't you? I'd rather like to hear them."
She snapped to attention, if only for a second, when reprimanded. It didn't take long for the reality that this was still Homura to sink back in, adult version or not.
But then... more. The Law of Cycles. But this time... fully Homura's undertaking? Another universal law. Considered a "god" by many. Noriko acknowledged the title, but not the reverence.
"Interesting." Noriko thought aloud. "In my world, it was quite the... effort, to get an audience with the Law of Cycles. And yet, here you are. My origins, my reasons for being a Magical Girl, my lack of the same despairing fate, made it so my Law of Cycles would not, or in their words 'could not', be cooperative."
"So, let me try again." Noriko prepared herself... for relief, or disappointment.
"Before I became a Magical Girl, my best friend in this world was contracted by Kyubey. She would eventually disappear without a trace, and even my memories of her became incomplete and foggy. Her name, her face, even her voice, are lost to me. But not the events that defined our friendship, and not the importance we had for each other."
"Though you are not my world's Law of Cycles, perhaps that does not matter. Perhaps just carrying the title, the occupation, is enough. You must know every Magical Girl that has come and gone. What happened to my friend?"
“...I know of her, yes.”
Homura’s silent, for a moment, purple eyes closing behind her glasses, before she speaks. “Within the scope of my world… Or Record, or timeline, or however you’d like to put it— I know what was, what is, and what could be… The past, the present, and every possible future. But your world is different from mine, and my vision is clouded.”
“It’s the dark magic present in your world, I suspect, that does it— The rules of magic are slightly different in my world, and such magicks don’t exist naturally there. It’s a small difference, in the grand scheme of things, but enough to prevent me from giving you the answers you seek. I’m sorry.”
She continues, her voice somber, “I could tell you what happened to you, the both of you, in my world… But I know that isn’t what you want to hear. I could also give you my opinion on what happened to her, but it would be little more than an educated guess. Nothing concrete. …And I don’t think it would help you, regardless.”
“...I understand the desire to search for her. I really do. If it were me, and Madoka… Of course, I would have done the same. I would have searched to the ends of the Earth, and moved heaven and earth to regain what I’d lost… But I don’t know if the answers I would have found would have helped me, or if they would have cast me into despair. …And I don’t know what those answers will do for you, either, if or when you find them. If I were to give you a piece of advice, from someone older by far… You should consider whether you’d accept an uncomfortable truth. Because the truth, whatever it is, could well shake you to your core. It may be better to accept that what’s lost is lost, and move on to better things.”
But you won't do that, will you?
@amermaidslily replied to your post “How strange it is for Oktavia to move out of her...”:
Hope. What peculiar wording to backtrack into. Was it the distrust of a stranger, or the fear of the unknown? Of course, the questions lingering in her mind may be endless ; each tied to a memory, a feeling, inquisitive. But Oktavia had no need to ponder on them, for they were talking to each other—and little did she understand anymore, of what ‘humanity’ meant ; something which Homura still brimmed with, even after all this time. It was... curious, to still be yourself even carrying the burden of the whole world and countless prayers. But that is not for Oktavia to contemplate. Decisions had already been made and their consequences brought forth. Only one thing mattered. “I see. Very well. Perhaps you would like to share some of these concerns with me? We do have all the time in the world to discuss through them, unlike in my... past life. I suppose we could call it that, no?” Did a non-existent life abandoned and destroyed even count anymore, after all? Even as she dances around these words in front of Homura, they carry no attachment—a courtesy for the other Goddess, more than anything.
“Oktavia, if I were to discuss all of my concerns with you, we would be here until the end of time… And while we have the time for that, I suspect we’re both far too busy for such a venture.” Such was the fate of omniscience, after all; holding every possible future in one’s sight meant some amount of concern over what path any one person would choose to take; the one thing she couldn’t control.
“...That Sayaka will be fine, in the end. I’m confident of that. Even if it does require me to step in once again… She’ll come to a good place, sooner or later.” She paused very briefly, considering how to broach the subject, before she continued, “You are a much greater concern of mine. You and your past life. ...Tell me, Oktavia, are you happy as things are? Are you content with the path you’ve taken?”
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How strange it is for Oktavia to move out of her domain—her universe—preferring the solitude over anything else. Perhaps it was because a certain girl had been opening her more to ‘human’ interactions again, or perhaps it was because of an influence. Was it years since they had last seen each other? A mere instance? Gods such as them do not perceive time normally, after all.
“You look to be deep in thought, Akemi Homura.”
Not ‘Homura’ anymore, but her full name—yet the cadence of Oktavia's words lends itself to perceiving her as someone she knows while simultaneously gazing right through as if she were a stranger ; two Gods on the same level of existence, two different extremes.
This was the same Miki Sayaka that had looped thousands of times to save everyone.... yet...
Everything had changed.
“Are you worried about Miki Sayaka? After all, you had to save her in the far past. I presume seeing her fighting once more may be disorienting. Do not worry, I do not intend to leave her alone.”
Homura looked up as Oktavia's voice rang out and gave a short nod to the girl who'd led her there, upon which she swiftly retreated.
"Oktavia."
Her voice came out soft and gentle, perhaps uncharacteristically so for one who hadn't known how this specific variation of Akemi Homura had changed with time. A small smile crossed her face a moment later, and she shook her head slowly, sadly.
"That version of Sayaka and I have... Considerable history. Seeing her fight for another... I wouldn't call it disorienting, but it is somewhat concerning. She'd fought hard for that peace, after all... I hadn't expected to see her give it up so willingly."
"If I'd thought you intended to leave her to her fate, I would have called for an audience with you much sooner. I know... Or I hope, at least, that you wouldn't do such a thing. No, my concerns run much deeper than that, Oktavia, and are much more varied, too."
@patchworkhomura: "Hi Homura-chan. You look different."
(Ignore if you have no interest interacting. You didn't have a rules post unless I missed it somehow, so I figured I'd just send an ask without waiting for a mutual follow or whatever other metric.)
...Well, this was a complicated situation, wasn't it? She was a little uncomfortable to look at, in fact, but Homura did her best not to let that discomfort show on her face.
"...I could say much the same about you. Though I'm sorry to say, I'm not the Akemi Homura you know. ...Though I suspect you've figured that out already, haven't you?"
She blinks in shock as she sees the matured and grown up Homura.
"...how? What are you?"
"Ah, Kimura Noriko."
Homura turns to face the dark magical girl, and for just a moment, to Noriko alone, her form would change— Becoming at once both young and ancient beyond words, a symbol of grace, power, and righteousness all in one, clad in a long white dress with jet-black hair cascading in waves out of sight...
But then the moment passes and the vision with it, and the elder woman smiles softly at the younger magical girl.
"I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own about that, don't you? I'd rather like to hear them."
Her eyes rolled. The only thing capable of breaking her eye contact with this older Homura.
"Yes, yes, I am fully aware of the friendship that made, broke, and repaired universes. The Law of Cycles, the Devil, the Holy Quintet, so on and so fourth. To keep things simple, let us just say I have been caught up on events." She rattled it off like she had a million times.
"That is concerning though," Noriko changed the subject, returning to a her less animated self. "What you said earlier. I do not expect my actions to not cause ripples, but there has been great... care, for lack fo a better term, to keep the source of those ripples secret. Yet you piece pattern together from discordance and come to the conclusion that I am somehow the epicenter. Possibly problematic."
She stepped forward again.
"'High station', you said?"
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm ensuring you have context for what I'm about to say." It felt a little like reprimanding one of her children, and her tone reflected that— It was frankly a small miracle that she hadn't attached a 'young lady' to the end of the sentence.
"Anyway... If you know that story, and you know of different worlds, than this may not prove itself a shock to you."
"I am the Law of Cycles. In my world, things progressed a little differently than they often do... And in the end, it was Akemi Homura who wished to undo the Incubators' plans. ...Though differently than Madoka would have, I will admit."
"Regardless of the care you take to keep your involvement in certain events secret, you can't avoid the eyes of God, Kimura Noriko. Don't forget that. I'm sure the Law of Cycles from other timelines have taken notice of both you and the Entelechy, as well."
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