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[If this is Hell, it's certainly kinder than what she would expect.
Then again, maybe it isn't. Call it a hunch (but really, who would mistake that magical signature?) but she thought there might be a familiar face around. It didn't take much more than a quick scan of the network to confirm it, and none of them who are likely to want to see her face.
So maybe it is what she'd expect. Rather than try to approach any of those familiar faces, she settles on telling herself that there's nothing to do for it. So she can be found wandering the town, stopping in at various coffee shops and other fast food joints. Sometimes she'll sit down at one, but more often than not she prefers to just grab it and go. New territory, plenty of ground to cover.
It's easy enough to get her attention, if one so chooses. Every once in awhile she'll bump into somebody, not bothering to offer an apology. She's certainly not above trying to cut in line, either, if the line is too long for her liking.]
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Any good food joints around here?
[If this is Hell, it's certainly kinder than what she would expect.
Then again, maybe it isn't. Call it a hunch (but really, who would mistake that magical signature?) but she thought there might be a familiar face around. It didn't take much more than a quick scan of the network to confirm it, and none of them who are likely to want to see her face.
So maybe it is what she'd expect. Rather than try to approach any of those familiar faces, she settles on telling herself that there's nothing to do for it. So she can be found wandering the town, stopping in at various coffee shops and other fast food joints. Sometimes she'll sit down at one, but more often than not she prefers to just grab it and go. New territory, plenty of ground to cover.
It's easy enough to get her attention, if one so chooses. Every once in awhile she'll bump into somebody, not bothering to offer an apology. She's certainly not above trying to cut in line, either, if the line is too long for her liking.]
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Any good food joints around here?
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Where do you put fast food on a scale from 1 to 10?
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Sayaka is here now. A Sayaka who still hunts witches.
Mami is here too. Likewise, she's from that timeline that Madoka tried to change. Ultimate Madokami is so certain that her wish came true, but this is shaking up her confidence. Maybe the hologram said something about timelines?
At least things can't get more complicated--]
EH? [-- Actually, never mind. Madoka puts on the brakes. She had just been passing the coffee shop and peeking inside to avoid looking at her feet, but...] KY... Kyoko-chan is...?
[Madoka cannot get in there fast enough. And doing a very uncharacteristic thing: Squeaking loudly in public. She is just so confused and overwhelmed...!] Kyoko-chan?! Is that you?!
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Kyoko? I...You're here too.
[She couldn't really believe it! What should she say here? There last meeting didn't exactly end well, but...]
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Well, she'll have to deal with it sooner or later. Might as well be now. ]
Yeah, yeah, it's me.
[ Kyoko shrugs her shoulders, closing the distance between herself and Madoka. She sips at her drink, takes a bite out of the pastry she'd bought. What does she even say here...? I'm sorry? What a joke. As though what happened was something that could be fixed that easily. As if she could be forgiven that easily.
Yeah. It really is just a big joke. She opts not to speak of it, instead rolling her shoulders again and saying,]
Haah.... Can't say I expected to see you here. Don't tell me this place is trying to get the gang back together.
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Kyoko's heart nearly leaps into her throat when she spares a glance at the person she'd bumped into. Her breath catches, and the onslaught of nostalgia is strong enough to make her nauseous. Her thoughts reel, spinning one after another, and her mouth hangs open for a good couple seconds before she trains her expression into something more indifferent.
If I'd done things differently back then and other such unnecessary ideas intrude her thoughts, but she forces them down. She would have gotten them both killed. she was just a burden on someone like Mami, a failure of a Puella Magi that couldn't use magic... And she'd found "better" students in her absence, anyway.
That last one stings, perhaps more than it should. It sobers her up, and at last she finds herself able to respond, ]
Yeah. Must be a real pain for you, huh?
[That was a joke, obviously.]
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Ah, there's a LOT to choose from. You can't miss them if you're looking for a bite to eat and-
[then the number and the face]
..Kyoko? What--you're here too?
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Since you're a competent text-er, I'm assuming the technology of Genessia is familiar to you?
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[For another few seconds, Madoka is speechlessly rooted in place. Having seen all of the timelines, she knows now that Mami and Kyoko were once friends... and she knows what happened to Kyoko after Madoka passed out.
She can only stare, with tears forming in her eyes.]
Mm... Sayaka-chan and Mami-san are also... [When a tear streaks down her face, Madoka realizes she is crying and moves to wipe it. Her own thoughts are reeling. Kyoko's sacrifice, the pain she must have hid over Mami's death, the way she tried to help Sayaka, the advice she gave Madoka...
Breathing out, she tries to smile. She knows what she needs to say first.]
I... I found my wish. Thank you, Kyoko-chan.
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Not at all! I- [Maybe that was a bit too excited for a cool senpai to be. She continued in a calmer voice.] I'm glad you're doing alright.
[Oh boy, this was awkward for her. She tried to think of something to say for a moment.] Were you looking for something to eat?
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