First Person: [ those hanging around the station at this time of day may be lucky enough to notice a small teenaged girl standing on the platform. she looks confused, as most new arrivals do, but she seems to be less concerned with her surroundings than she is with - well, herself. her floor-length hair, golden eyes and long dress may look out of place on a girl her age, but it's not so much that that concerns her; it's only that it has been a long time since Madoka Kaname was really present in the way most people think of, and suddenly having a body again is.... well, novel. and something of a sensory overload.
really, she would like to know how she has been pulled here - wherever here actually is, because it feels familiar and not at the same time in a way she can't describe, in the way that most things do to her - and why. but that can wait. for now, she's just marvelling at her own hands with a sort of childlike innocence. ]
[ on the other hand, those watching the network may notice the following message coming through on their screens: ]
Hello? [ she sounds cheerful enough, if still rather confused. ] My name's Madoka, and I'm afraid I'm new here. This place is called Ruby City, right? I saw it on the flyers you've got up around the station. I'm still not really sure how I got here, since it's been a while since I was on a train. But I was wondering if someone could tell me more about what's going on, if that's okay.
[ she pauses for a moment, one hand lifting to her hair. sounding a little sheepish, she adds with a small laugh: ] And, if someone could tell me where I could find a haircut or a change of clothes, that might be good, too.
Third Person: Madoka opened her eyes, and it took her a moment to figure out why exactly that was so strange. Then it occurred to her: she had opened her eyes. Which meant that she actually had eyes to open.
As if realising that had been a cue, everything else assaulted her senses with all the force of a tidal wave: the slight roughness of the seat below her pressing into her thighs, the feel of the air rushing in and out of her lungs with every breath, the weight of her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. The sheer everythingness of it all surprised her, making her new-found breath catch in her throat as she recognised, dimly, the sound of a train clacking its way along a track below her. She was on a train? More than that, she had a body? Madoka's memories of being a girl seemed so far away these days that for a moment all she could do was sit there in shock, her fingers curling involuntarily in her skirts.
After what may have been a few minutes - or a few hours, and with another jolt she realised that there was actually time to count again, now - the feeling of being overwhelmed faded, slightly. Madoka glanced out of the window; nothing but fog, completely impossible to see through. She frowned slightly. What was going on? This couldn't be any ordinary train, that was for sure. At least, not if she was on it. And if she was on something like a train, then...
"There must be something very powerful here," she murmured to herself, pressing a gloved hand to the glass and feeling a little thrill at how cold it was against her palm. What it could be was a completely different matter. Madoka didn't think that she could think of anything powerful enough to give a concept physical form. Not unless someone had become powerful enough to wish-- but no, that was impossible. Homura-chan had already made a wish in her new world, she was sure of it, and nobody else remembered she existed. So then, what...?
After a moment's consideration, she let out a sigh, settling back against the seat. Whatever it was, she was sure that she could deal with it when she got... wherever it was the train was taking her. After all, after dealing with all of those Witches, how bad could it be? Something new might even be a little fun, she thought, her lips curving up into a small smile.
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really, she would like to know how she has been pulled here - wherever here actually is, because it feels familiar and not at the same time in a way she can't describe, in the way that most things do to her - and why. but that can wait. for now, she's just marvelling at her own hands with a sort of childlike innocence. ]
[ on the other hand, those watching the network may notice the following message coming through on their screens: ]
Hello? [ she sounds cheerful enough, if still rather confused. ] My name's Madoka, and I'm afraid I'm new here. This place is called Ruby City, right? I saw it on the flyers you've got up around the station. I'm still not really sure how I got here, since it's been a while since I was on a train. But I was wondering if someone could tell me more about what's going on, if that's okay.
[ she pauses for a moment, one hand lifting to her hair. sounding a little sheepish, she adds with a small laugh: ] And, if someone could tell me where I could find a haircut or a change of clothes, that might be good, too.
Third Person: Madoka opened her eyes, and it took her a moment to figure out why exactly that was so strange. Then it occurred to her: she had opened her eyes. Which meant that she actually had eyes to open.
As if realising that had been a cue, everything else assaulted her senses with all the force of a tidal wave: the slight roughness of the seat below her pressing into her thighs, the feel of the air rushing in and out of her lungs with every breath, the weight of her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. The sheer everythingness of it all surprised her, making her new-found breath catch in her throat as she recognised, dimly, the sound of a train clacking its way along a track below her. She was on a train? More than that, she had a body? Madoka's memories of being a girl seemed so far away these days that for a moment all she could do was sit there in shock, her fingers curling involuntarily in her skirts.
After what may have been a few minutes - or a few hours, and with another jolt she realised that there was actually time to count again, now - the feeling of being overwhelmed faded, slightly. Madoka glanced out of the window; nothing but fog, completely impossible to see through. She frowned slightly. What was going on? This couldn't be any ordinary train, that was for sure. At least, not if she was on it. And if she was on something like a train, then...
"There must be something very powerful here," she murmured to herself, pressing a gloved hand to the glass and feeling a little thrill at how cold it was against her palm. What it could be was a completely different matter. Madoka didn't think that she could think of anything powerful enough to give a concept physical form. Not unless someone had become powerful enough to wish-- but no, that was impossible. Homura-chan had already made a wish in her new world, she was sure of it, and nobody else remembered she existed. So then, what...?
After a moment's consideration, she let out a sigh, settling back against the seat. Whatever it was, she was sure that she could deal with it when she got... wherever it was the train was taking her. After all, after dealing with all of those Witches, how bad could it be? Something new might even be a little fun, she thought, her lips curving up into a small smile.
She wouldn't know until she got there.
And besides, hoping was what Madoka did best.