B [ Her ribbons are gone. (What? No. No, she can't have lost them, they were Madoka's, she'd just been wearing them-) She doesn't have a headband on hand. This is- a little inconvenient when your hair is the way it is if there's a good wind. Or a bad one, depending on how you look at it. Especially if you need to be active.
Active, like getting out of the way of angry boars, maybe? Which is also a fine time to realize that while she's not getting winded as easily as she had before healing her heart, she also isn't capable of the same physical feats she'd gotten used to be able to do as a magical girl.
Which is to say, aggressive boars can very easily chase and catch up when you're ostensibly a regular human now and incapable of just leaping far away or outrunning them, even while sprinting at full bore. Why are wild boars so fast. Who allowed this.
Homura turns back to glance at the one behind her, its hoofbeats getting louder as it chases her and— that's close it's too close away get away get out of the way no stop move let it be somewhere else
... she blinks her eyes back open from when she'd reflexively tried to brace herself for impact a second or two later, but the boar isn't there anymore— just violet lines in the air a few feet in front of her drawing out connected, concentric patterns in diamond shape, spanning a few feet's width as if to form a barrier.
The sound of continued hoofbeats and furious snorting from a little ways behind and off to her side, however, draw her attention back over to where a matching set of patterns traced in the air are fading away, the boar apparently redirected...
right onto a collision course with someone else a little farther away instead. ]
Look out—!
E.1 [ It's... interesting, feeling this tired again without being able to shut the sensation away. The bonfire is nice, and the presence of other people... probably means answers for some things, at least. So Homura accepts the provisions quietly with some degree of both skepticism and a pragmatic sort of acceptance. There's a relatively plain collared black dress in there; not particularly practical in this environment, but it looks like it'll fit her at least.
The other items she sorts through with some hesitation. Two of the things, a hairbrush and pen, are probably worth keeping. The last, on the other hand?
She carefully pulls out a sword with a curved blade, something like a European saber or cutlass, before setting it to her side with a mild frown. Something to defend herself would be nice, but this is... ]
I don't suppose anyone else would be able to make better use of this?
E.2 ...Would anyone here care to have more of the shrimp, or have a method of preserving them for later?
I do not believe I will be able to finish my portion in a timely manner. I would rather it not go to waste.
[ If she still had her shield maybe this wouldn't be a problem, but that was a power she'd lost even before coming here. And it sure is a lot of shrimp for one fourteen year old girl used to both dietary restrictions and being able to run on less fuel than regular people. ]
I [ Wildcard! Throw me something and I'll go with it! ]
akemi homura ↻ puella magi madoka magica
[ Her ribbons are gone. (What? No. No, she can't have lost them, they were Madoka's, she'd just been wearing them-) She doesn't have a headband on hand. This is- a little inconvenient when your hair is the way it is if there's a good wind. Or a bad one, depending on how you look at it. Especially if you need to be active.
Active, like getting out of the way of angry boars, maybe? Which is also a fine time to realize that while she's not getting winded as easily as she had before healing her heart, she also isn't capable of the same physical feats she'd gotten used to be able to do as a magical girl.
Which is to say, aggressive boars can very easily chase and catch up when you're ostensibly a regular human now and incapable of just leaping far away or outrunning them, even while sprinting at full bore. Why are wild boars so fast. Who allowed this.
Homura turns back to glance at the one behind her, its hoofbeats getting louder as it chases her and— that's close it's too close away get away get out of the way no stop move let it be somewhere else
... she blinks her eyes back open from when she'd reflexively tried to brace herself for impact a second or two later, but the boar isn't there anymore— just violet lines in the air a few feet in front of her drawing out connected, concentric patterns in diamond shape, spanning a few feet's width as if to form a barrier.
The sound of continued hoofbeats and furious snorting from a little ways behind and off to her side, however, draw her attention back over to where a matching set of patterns traced in the air are fading away, the boar apparently redirected...
right onto a collision course with someone else a little farther away instead. ]
Look out—!
E.1
[ It's... interesting, feeling this tired again without being able to shut the sensation away. The bonfire is nice, and the presence of other people... probably means answers for some things, at least. So Homura accepts the provisions quietly with some degree of both skepticism and a pragmatic sort of acceptance. There's a relatively plain collared black dress in there; not particularly practical in this environment, but it looks like it'll fit her at least.
The other items she sorts through with some hesitation. Two of the things, a hairbrush and pen, are probably worth keeping. The last, on the other hand?
She carefully pulls out a sword with a curved blade, something like a European saber or cutlass, before setting it to her side with a mild frown. Something to defend herself would be nice, but this is... ]
I don't suppose anyone else would be able to make better use of this?
E.2
...Would anyone here care to have more of the shrimp, or have a method of preserving them for later?
I do not believe I will be able to finish my portion in a timely manner. I would rather it not go to waste.
[ If she still had her shield maybe this wouldn't be a problem, but that was a power she'd lost even before coming here. And it sure is a lot of shrimp for one fourteen year old girl used to both dietary restrictions and being able to run on less fuel than regular people. ]
I
[ Wildcard! Throw me something and I'll go with it! ]