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[Action/Video] 1st Verse: An Intriguing Haven Somewhere Far Away
(OOC Note: Wow, I suck at this bite-size post stuffs. Sorry about that.)
The number of things that make sense dropped dramatically in the past hour or so. Tomoe Mami, the one who was slowly walking out of the shining archway to her presumed freedom, was trying to figure out what was going on through what can only be described as confused introspection. Normally when you try to think about the past, it comes out as a vague series of thoughts or images that are linked to sensations or ideas one had at the time. Unfortunately, that was not the case from the moment she stepped out of that futuristic...vessel she had presumably been sleeping in for some time.
Needless to say, her thoughts were initially blurred by a heavy feeling of sluggishness, not unlike those days where you did not sleep enough the night before. Yet it took mere seconds for her to have a recollection. To summarize, the last thing she remembers before waking was a new friend of hers...names escapes her...was placing a gun to her head. After this, she very, very clearly recalls panic when the barrel of the weapon sent the round not through the head of the other girl, but at her own. As unsettling as that was, Mami's most recent memory was of a gunbarrel carefully moved so that its target was none other than herself. The fears built up from there.
Thankfully, her mind became desperate as she remembers more. Hours. Days. Weeks. She remembers a very distinct past with other magical girls—that's right, being a magical girl, a Puella Magi was her occupation—fighting strange beings that escaped simple explanation. Yet there was something wrong with her memories. Two sets of rules, two methods of conflict, two oddly distinct timelines. It was like her life before the last couple weeks or so was nonexistent and what lay beyond was something else entirely. Needless to say, this caused a never-ending headache that she sought to solve by focusing on the present. And like mockery from the gods, this also backfired on poor Mami.
Even though she had put aside the events of her past, the current situation was no easier to understand. As she left the Bay, wandering into her new world with wet feet, Mami could only feel insecure, nervous, and perhaps a little fear. Was she dead and now in the afterlife? Is there some sort of terrible power at work? And what are these? Her mind finally went to the device she had found with her. Yes, the pamphlet gave a simple explanation, but that still did not quell her numerous worries. She needed an explanation for what this place was, more than likely, that was not going to happen.
After enough walking and trying to figure out what was going on, Mami eventually gave up and found a bench nearby. None of the "people" she found could give her an answer. In fact, it seems like everyone here were like actors, playing a part thoroughly without really understanding their situation. So not only was her past a mess and her current state a mystery, but even the people in this world were unhelpful. With all of this confusion, there was only one place to truly start. Calm down and start thinking clearly. Easier said than done.
The number of things that make sense dropped dramatically in the past hour or so. Tomoe Mami, the one who was slowly walking out of the shining archway to her presumed freedom, was trying to figure out what was going on through what can only be described as confused introspection. Normally when you try to think about the past, it comes out as a vague series of thoughts or images that are linked to sensations or ideas one had at the time. Unfortunately, that was not the case from the moment she stepped out of that futuristic...vessel she had presumably been sleeping in for some time.
Needless to say, her thoughts were initially blurred by a heavy feeling of sluggishness, not unlike those days where you did not sleep enough the night before. Yet it took mere seconds for her to have a recollection. To summarize, the last thing she remembers before waking was a new friend of hers...names escapes her...was placing a gun to her head. After this, she very, very clearly recalls panic when the barrel of the weapon sent the round not through the head of the other girl, but at her own. As unsettling as that was, Mami's most recent memory was of a gunbarrel carefully moved so that its target was none other than herself. The fears built up from there.
Thankfully, her mind became desperate as she remembers more. Hours. Days. Weeks. She remembers a very distinct past with other magical girls—that's right, being a magical girl, a Puella Magi was her occupation—fighting strange beings that escaped simple explanation. Yet there was something wrong with her memories. Two sets of rules, two methods of conflict, two oddly distinct timelines. It was like her life before the last couple weeks or so was nonexistent and what lay beyond was something else entirely. Needless to say, this caused a never-ending headache that she sought to solve by focusing on the present. And like mockery from the gods, this also backfired on poor Mami.
Even though she had put aside the events of her past, the current situation was no easier to understand. As she left the Bay, wandering into her new world with wet feet, Mami could only feel insecure, nervous, and perhaps a little fear. Was she dead and now in the afterlife? Is there some sort of terrible power at work? And what are these? Her mind finally went to the device she had found with her. Yes, the pamphlet gave a simple explanation, but that still did not quell her numerous worries. She needed an explanation for what this place was, more than likely, that was not going to happen.
After enough walking and trying to figure out what was going on, Mami eventually gave up and found a bench nearby. None of the "people" she found could give her an answer. In fact, it seems like everyone here were like actors, playing a part thoroughly without really understanding their situation. So not only was her past a mess and her current state a mystery, but even the people in this world were unhelpful. With all of this confusion, there was only one place to truly start. Calm down and start thinking clearly. Easier said than done.