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Madoka... Sort of gruff, sort of sharp around her edges...

Noriko never experienced previous timelines herself, she was no time traveler. She was... an archivist. A repository of the knowledge lost in windswept footsteps of a time traveler. She has seen other Madokas. Some shy beyond belief. Some confident. Proud. Heroic. Sacrificial.

This Madoka came from something else, someone else. A different upbringing, maybe. She was molded in a wholly different way. It was drastic enough to give Noriko pause.

There was a point where she realized she had just been staring, with mouth open partially and eyes blinking. "E-Eh?"

"Oh. Okay." Noriko answered, brought back to "now". She was pretty efficient with her allowance, so she didn't mind giving up a little of it. Whatever guilt trip Madoka pulled went over her head.

Just like that, this Madoka was 500 yen richer. But in exchange, Noriko sought one thing.

"Oh, I'm from Osaka! But like, the real fuckin' shitty parts of Osaka," Madoka explained before stomping the cigarette out. "Where girls like us tend t' get our purses stolen, y'know? 'Course I know the locals so they don't mug me," Also if anyone is stealing a purse there it's me, she thought.

She hadn't seemed to piece together Noriko was a magical girl yet. However, the ring signifying that Madoka is was visible on her hand clearly.

"E-eh!?"

"Y-y-y-y-you can't just ask a girl like that, you know! Oh, um..." Oh she's on the spot for this one! "I-I mean umm... w-well, right off the bat I'm pan so that doesn't factor into it..."

"... But umm... I think my ideal date would probably be to an art museum, so somebody into that. I don't read or watch a lot of anime or manga -I've started reading more since I got into art though!- but I read magazines and like live action dramas... so I guess I'd really like someone into the arts? I mean I don't mind dating someone that reads a lot of manga or watches a lot of anime, it's just I might not have a lot to contribute... Or something like that. I don't think I'd want to go out with a jock or someone mostly into sports and stuff though, so definitely someone that appreciates the arts that I can talk to about art too! I-I'd like to show my girlfriend or boyfriend my drawings as soon as I draw them!"

She paused.

"... Umm..."

Madoka grew redder, if it was even possible.

"B-b-b-but, also! Ummmm... I guess... I-If I have to make confessions," Madoka gulped and took a deep breaths. "D-delinquent types... you know, like yankis and sukeban -I don't even know if girl delinquents call them that anymore- y-you know... the kinds of delinquents that ride around on motorcycles and stuff, and are all tough and cool. They're... kinda, ahaha... y-you know..."

"... I-I dunno how else to say it... Sexy?"

"Oi, got 500 yen a girl can bum?"

Huh.

...Strange. Noriko was silent. Not silent in her typical sense. Normally, she processes things pretty quickly, and chooses silence or speaking. This was a silence of... confusion. Of a slow understanding of what she was seeing... comprehension at a standstill.

Madoka stood there, but... a far cry from the one envisioned in her mind when she hears or considers the name.

"M-M..." Madoka? she wants to ask, but she stops herself.

Just that fuck she was hungry and she was like 500 yen short of McDonalds.

"Sorry, ain't used to this city- I'm just here 'cuz my papa is. Anyway you can help a girl out get some food? Get your good karma for the week?" Madoka said, trying to appeal to her emotions. "Don't got a lot of cash- if I can't scrounge up a li'l I ain't gonna eat tonight," Madoka said, not-so-subtly trying to guilt-trip her.

"Hey, buddy. Be a pal and help me read this."

"... Can't you—"

"No I fucking can't, or else I wouldn't ask you! I don't know how to read kanji!"

The girl sighed later that day, inhaling the cigarette smoke and exhaling it. People are such fucking assholes about this, she thought to herself, flicking the cigarette on the ground.

She hadn't been to school since elementary. If it wasn't hiragana, she couldn't fucking read it. For all intents and purposes: the girl was functionally illiterate in society. She knew to recognize the same brands and went to the same places she knew menus by heart, but...

Fucking assholes. How hard is it just to help read something for someone?

That girl couldn't help but be frustrated. It wasn't the fact they were weirded out by a teenager not knowing how to read properly; that Madoka could understand. It was that look, that contempt that got to her.

That was why upon making her wish that Madoka made the decision to write her name in some of the only kanji she knew: 円花.

Circle, flower.

'Cuz now that I've fully come around like a circle, maybe I can be a flower now. Something pretty in the world instead of a forgotten weed.

She had made her only wish on beheast of others, much to her own surprise.

"I wish that th' hope of the people of Kamagasaki will never fade. No matter how shitty our lives are- I wish that our hopes and dreams will never be destroyed."

She shocked herself making that wish. This was her chance to finally get out of this shithole. This den of poverty, drugs, and violence that consumed her whole life.

But when faced with the chance to leave, Madoka could not bear to part with it. That had to mean something, right?

Or maybe I'm just a coward that didn't wanna run away, Madoka thought. 'Cuz that's what circle can mean too. Maybe it means I didn't come around in a circular motion or something, maybe It means I'm just leading myself back into being the same piece of shit I've always been.

But 14-year-old Nakagawa Madoka had made her choice, and lied in it. She grumbled, realizing her lighter was dead and chucking it on the ground.

Ah well, she thought to herself.

WE FINALLY MADE IT!!!

wehihihihi, thank you all SO much for paying attention to this blog!!! as of this day, June 23, hopesconcept is officially one year old!

i came here after a bit of an RP drought on servers I was involved in, wanting to give another real shot at tumblr RP that wasn't just reviving Towa's muse for the 20th time... i was honestly caught off-guard by how much attention Madoka received. it was like, 100 followers in less than 2 months? it'd been years and years since an rp blog of mine got so much attention!

i know i kinda tend to poof for extended periods of time unannounced, but it always still feels so welcoming knowing there's people to rp with and have fun with every time i back. i keep saying this is when i'll be active consistently and permanently but i know that's not a realistic expectation i can set: so it really means a lot people didn't just unfollow in droves and still want to write! i love you all so, so much! thank you for letting me write my take on her, this headcanon heavy Madoka i was afraid to delve into because i was like "well, people just want a purely canon Madoka, right?" but the encouragement i received for being able to explore and develop my muse genuinely meant so much to me!

i didn't know if this blog would last or not when i set it up. that maybe i'd abandon it in a few months with a lack of threads: and here we are now!