#patchworkhomura

Even @patchworkhomura's Patchmura is here!

I... I don't think she's looking too hot.

She has like, weapon specific kleptomania almost. If you had her over for dinner or something you'd notice when she leaves that one of your knives is missing. Even though she definitely doesn't need it, and most likely has already taken the exact same one several times in the past. She does this even with allies unless it risks harming said alliance.

It's essentially the hoarder mentality of "what if I need it in the future", but because of her mission (well, that and sometimes the realities she finds herself in require unexpected tools to operate in). Though, much of the stuff that she takes isn't even really useful against witches. A kitchen knife won't do shit against most of them. But against a fellow magical girl, or hell even a civilian if it comes to that, it could do harm. Plus most weapons can be used as tools in some fashion and vice versa.

@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!

(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.

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-

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.