#patchworkhomura

Why, of all the wrestling posts you've made, this is the only one I know at least some context for? I didn't expect it to ever actually happen.

​Listen I've said it before and I'll say it again

The odds of wrestling and pmmm intersecting are slim-

@patchworkhomura @obsessedwithecho hewwo special delivery for you. loved the vibes of patchwork homu, so reached out to a friend for a quick comm of her!

A trailer for what?

The movie. The only movie that matters.

If Homura survived, and Madoka didn't... oh... Homura was using parts of Madoka's... corpse... to live...

"The Light gives birth to such horrors... First Witches... now this? Comingling yourself together with another to survive?"

Noriko wasn't necessarily disgusted by this Homura, but instead by the circumstances that led to her transformation. At least she was sure now this was in fact a version of Homura, just spliced together with a version of Madoka... an act of self-preservation. Refusal to cease. Determination to keep on going. It would be sort of inspiring, if it wasn't first and foremost unsettling.

"My mission is to preserve life, at the cost of an uncertain future, and a certain doom that faces the universe eventually. Kyubey wants to survive entropy. I want to stall it. It's not something widely... accepted." Her eyes traveled down to Homura's Soul Gem.

Is she in there, with you?

"Perhaps you know something about that, to know what needs to be done, when no one else is willing or able to?"

"Seriously though, is there a way to undo this and make you more... I don't know, whole? This situation you have going on doesn't look stable. Surely regenerating your lost parts would be better for you?"

Noriko's eyes seemed to look directly into Madoka's eye alone.

Something that might be Homura Akemi or might be Madoka Kaname inelegantly shuffles out of the darkness while you are alone. She makes no effort to conceal herself, as Noriko has proven reasonable, based on her observations.

"You've been busy lately haven't you? I don't know what's wrong with this timeline, but of all the things here you're the one that's been the most perplexing to me. It brings me back. It's been so long since I've met someone of any importance who I didn't recognize."

Homura(?) pauses, seemingly to reminisce, her eyes glazing over slightly, but before a response can be uttered, she speaks again, voice on a higher register, as if doing an impression.

"It's nice to meet you Noriko! You kind of remind me of Homura-chan. Maybe you two could be friends? And as friends, maybe you could tell her, or me, since I'm her friend too, what exactly it is you're doing. Please?"

Noriko's initial reaction was something unlike her. Or, perhaps, more correctly speaking, how she would have reacted before she became a Magical Girl. Her eyes widened and she had to put a hand over her mouth to stop from rudely leaving it agape. Somehow, paradoxically, she knew exactly what she was looking at, and yet, she had no idea why or how it came to this.

Of all her battles, of all the things she's seen... nothing like this.

She had to shake off the shock, violently, physically, literally shaking her head a bit before returning to her usual demeanor.

Even as her face returned to being stern and unreadable, her voice couldn't help but lose confidence.

Her compassion only goes so far.

Even if she didn't prefer to work alone, working alongside a Homura so injured would be a hinderance instead of help.

When it's answered, no-ome is there, but there is a plushie and a note. The plushie is a stuffed cat, resembling Amy.

The note reads: "Happy Birthday Madoka. I wish I could have given you this in person, but I can't. Just know that someone out there cares about you very much. - A Friend"

"Mmm?"

The birthday girl blinked as she looked around, before looking down and gasping.

"Wehihihihi- you're so cute!" Madoka said with a laugh as she pikced up the plushie, holding it, and then reading the note. "A friend, huh...?"

"You're kinda cute"

It seems to have just slipped out on it's own, based on how she buries her head in her hands immediately after saying it.

One eye was instantly raised.

"Uh huh." Noriko said dismissively. "I'm sure."

She didn't believe it at all. It must've been a reactionary response to... something. Perhaps it was best not to find out what. And yet, curiosity...