song to say goodbye [ homura ]

[Marley Wallace]

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Akemi Homura

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you are one of god's mistakes, you crying, tragic waste of skin. i'm well aware of how it aches, but you still won't let me in. now i'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face, though i don't like you anymore, you lying, trying waste of space.

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whoop, whoop, trashy post comin' through. cheddar's trying to go to bed, which he can't do if i'm typing, so i rushed it. OTL expect better quality as we go.

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The workings of the human race were never of any concern to Marley. Curiosity was an occasional disease that ran through her system until it demanded her attention, but very rarely was it ever directed at the going ons of trainers and their non-Pokemon owning accomplices. Even the most “exciting” of things they could get up to always paled in comparison to the great feats she was used to seeing, much less doing herself as the most underwhelming of all the legendary creatures, and after the first couple of millenia, she'd simply lost interest. Things progressed too slowly for their fancy computers and proficient Pokemon-enslaving devices to turn her head. Tomodachi Island was a bit different in that there were those who brought with them technology beyond that of what the humans she was used to had accomplished, and others still that betrayed all known laws of her universe, but even then, nothing ever seemed to stick. She'd fake and she'd pretend at the school she was forcibly enrolled in, but that was often the best she could manage.[break][break]

This, however, had caught her attention quite thoroughly.[break][break]

It was of little doubt across the island that it was a peaceful island, one without strife and evil, almost as though it specifically chose creatures of neutral or benevolent nature (although, that begged the question of why someone with as much violent potential as herself was chosen and allowed to run free). Oneyea Monocular did a fine job of preaching it so loud and clear that not a soul would be able to forget it. So what was it that the legendary had just witnessed? It looked like a murder of innocents – but murder was a foreign construct to this place, wasn't it? Were people even allowed to destroy, regardless of whether it was property or another's life? She hadn't thought so, but seeing it with her own eyes did a fine job of erasing that thought from her mind. The culprit himself was gone, disappeared just after calling for some sort of “fixer”, but it hadn't taken long for another strange islander – this time a female, much younger in appearance than the man who had done the bloody deed – to take his place, desposing of bodies and... huh. What was she doing, anyway?[break][break]

Perhaps it wasn't one of her smarter ideas to follow someone who could only end up being a criminal. On the other hand, though, what really did she have to lose if she was found and attacked? Her current body? Hardly of any personal value; it had had its uses in Lyeant, but from the sounds of things, she wouldn't be going back there any time soon. From the looks of things, though, the raven-haired girl wasn't a murderer like her partner. If anything, the people she flashed that strange device in front of looked all the happier for it, albeit a bit of confusion after the initial use. Some sort of depressant, then, that was effective with only a look? No, that couldn't be. Marley knew a drunk when she saw one – Victoria had reeked of booze from the moment she became the first legendary to take a human form – but none of them were showing the signs. So what...? Ah. There it was again, infecting her like a virus. Curiosity. It'd bother her until she wouldn't be able to sleep; best to nip the bud while she had the chance.[break][break]

“A-ah, um -” the pinkette spoke, coming out of hiding once the latest “victim” of this bizarre machine was off and on their way. “S...sorry to interrupt, um... I just... Ah – What are you doing?”

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[Akemi Homura]

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[attr="class","homupost"] [attr="class","homutext"] As a "young" girl on a large island, living alone, one would think that Homura would be particularly wary of her surroundings, wary and ready to hide. Of course, her occupation completely ruined that notion. She spent a normal day disposing of (on average) three bodies, cleaning up six blood splatters, and erasing a grand average of fifteen people's memories. It came as no surprise to her, then, when a call came from Nikki to clean up a group of businessmen who were trying to do shady deals in an alley. Classic. It harkened her back to the old days, where things much more sinister lurked in the same sorts of places. [break][break] Still, she grumbled as she hopped out of bed, and transformed into her fighting outfit rather than get dressed. She made her way to the crime scene fairly quickly, stopping time as needed, until Homura had arrived upon a messier scene than anticipated. There were probably a dozen people trying to revive the businessmen, and she watched as a man (who was clearly the murderer) tried to pry open a door to escape. With her shield, it only took a few minutes to clean up, burning bodies and moving people in an enclosed area, in preparation to have their memories wiped. After the clean-up, all she had left to do was resume time and get rid of all eyewitnesses.[break][break] "Right, I'm with the Island Police, I just need to ask you a few questions about the scene that just occurred here. Would you each come up one-by-one, so I can get a detailed account of what happened?" Homura announced, and the crowd began to come up to her, believing that she was their savior. In a way, the magical girl was. She dispatched of their memories with little more than a click, a sound that she had grown particularly accustomed to over the last couple years. With a push, and a nod that they would feel better in a minute, they all left, and she followed them after doing a final check of the scene to make sure there was no evidence of what had occurred. She would be having words with Nikki later about how messy he was, but she could probably let it slide for another Beretta. [break][break] Once on a main street, Homura decided that if she was out, she was going to get fucking ice cream, but it didn't take long for her to notice that someone was following her, and then she spun around when she heard a voice most familiar ask her what she was doing. "M-m-madoka? What are you doing here?" she asked, taking a gulp and turning around. Madoka was dead. Madoka was a god. Madoka was gone, she was an astral being, she wasn't supposed to be appearing anywhere. This wasn't right. Something had to be playing tricks on her. Maybe a witch had made its way to the island, and was trying to mess with her and get her to succumb to it. [break][break] The black-haired girl pulled a gun out of her shield, and hid it behind it, just in case. She didn't want to take any chances.

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[Marley Wallace]

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Akemi Homura

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you are one of god's mistakes, you crying, tragic waste of skin. i'm well aware of how it aches, but you still won't let me in. now i'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face, though i don't like you anymore, you lying, trying waste of space.

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smol posts because there's not much beyond dialogue to actually put in here. have fun with your angst, hameru.

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Humans, as a general rule, were rather predictable. Maybe it was instinct ingrained into them that caused them all to react similarly, at least in most cases, to the same stimuli, or perhaps she'd simply been along too long to find most any rational reaction as any sort of surprise. In this situation, Marley had assumed one of a handful of things would happen: One, the girl would startle and flounder before giving a weak cover story; Two, she'd get a better, but still unbelievable cover story, considering she'd already seen the crime scene; Three, she'd miraculously get the truth first try; and four, the girl would try to use that funny little device on her, likely with disappointing results. She was prepared for all of the above, as well as other options of mild variation, but what she hadn't been expecting was shock of quite this nature, nor the name that came tumbling past those lips: “M-M-Madoka? What are you doing here?” Madoka? Was that some foreign, untranslatable word? No, come to think of it, the only things not translated on the island had to be names, which meant only that, for whatever reason, this crook thought that was her name. Bizarre, but oh so foolish.[break][break]

“Wh...what? I'm -” - not Madoka, she meant to finish, I'm Marley, but a thought struck her before she could speak her mind. There was always the potential for drawbacks in a plan that included snatching bodies, dead or alive, for continued use the legendaries plans. Reshiram, who had taken the form of “Victoria Martz” had had no struggle at all slipping into her new form because of the person she had taken in the first place, but others, like Celebi and Heatran, had taken bodies from people with family, friends. Marley, herself, hadn't paid much mind to whose body it was she was snatching – not their name, not their home, not their relations, and barely even their appearance – so it was entirely possible that this strange girl, with her strange device, were old acquaintances of the body and now the god living inside it. “O-oh,” she said, mostly to herself in thought, “I-I guess... you would call me by that name... Um...” Oh, this was such a pain. The predictability of humans almost guaranteed that her reaction to finding out that the soul of the girl who once lived in this skin was long gone and as good as dead would hardly be a good one, and while there was no threat of death considering her nature, that still didn't make this a very opportune situation. Worst of all, the goddess felt... pity welling up in the pit of her stomach, sympathy at the expense of a person she did not know grieving for a life she'd tossed away.[break][break]

(But Marley's was a higher purpose than that of a little girl. She'd feel bad for this girl's loss, but she would not apologize for it.)[break][break]

“Um... I'm s-sorry, but... M-Madoka's not here anymore. U-uh... she's... dead, p-probably. I'm just... just b-borrowing her b-body. … Sorry.”

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[Akemi Homura]

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[attr="class","homupost"] [attr="class","homutext"] Homura gripped her gun tightly as she tried to make heads or tails of the situation. The rational part of her told her that she should view the situation objectively, deal with it as she would any other work matter. People have looked like each other on the island before, she remembered, but that didn't really make it to the forefront of her mind at that time. Instead, what she could think about was the fact that Madoka was technically standing in front of her after all these years. Homura didn't even have a picture to remember her by, only her memories, but this was definitely her. It had to be.[break][break] That all changed quickly, though, as Madoka sputtered something that sounded an awful lot like she was denying her existence. Madoka had done a lot of things to save Homura - she'd sacrificed herself, she'd lied - but only when it had to be done. This wasn't one of those situations where she had to save her, and the raven-haired girl started to come to this realization that maybe this wasn't actually Madoka. Sure, it was the spitting image of her, but it didn't act like her. It didn't recognize her with an embrace, like Madoka would've done, and it didn't even know her name. But it didn't seem too malicious, which meant it probably wasn't a witch or anything. Just an honest doppelgänger. This happened sometimes. People would fine duplicates, and then stroll off into the sunset like it was nothing.[break][break] "I-I guess... you would call me by that name... Um..." She paused. The doppelgängers always had no idea that someone who looked like them, which meant that this being had some idea of what had happened to Madoka. Homura had no idea what had happened to her, or when she would see her again. She had always assumed that when the time came, Madoka would come for her, and save her from her grief, and then she would get to live out eternity with her or something. This - thing, it had to have some knowledge. Maybe she could question it. Hameru put her gun away, ready to go take a chance and take the not-Madoka to coffee or something and maybe get some closure, when another bomb was dropped on her. [break][break] She listened with a blank stare as it recounted that Madoka was dead, probably. Madoka's body was being borrowed by this thing for some reason that was probably less important than erasing witches from the world. [break][break] "What- What makes you think you have any right to take her body? Why would she even have a body? She left nothing behind after she made that wish, only these fucking ribbons, and I- No one even remembered her! Did you just waltz up to wherever she was and think you could just stop her? Do you even know what she was doing? Do you know what Madoka sacrificed herself for?" Homura told the imposter, verging on shouting; but this was a crowded street, and that wouldn't do.

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[Marley Wallace]

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Akemi Homura

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you are one of god's mistakes, you crying, tragic waste of skin. i'm well aware of how it aches, but you still won't let me in. now i'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face, though i don't like you anymore, you lying, trying waste of space.

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marley's trying to be assertive. just push her a little more and she'll back off, rip.

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Humans were always so frustrating. There were exceptions, certainly – a trio of trainers from the simple town of Pallet came to mind in a second, and a handful of faces across the vast centuries and millenia that she'd flown across Arceus' great and cruel planet flashed through her thoughts – but the majority of them fit the term impossibly well. They were greedy, selfish. Most sought to capture her and use her power for their own gain. Money, often times, or simply the fame of standing atop all others as the “strongest trainer alive”. Weak minded were those, however, that thought they could conquer a god, even if she was the least deserving of the title of the entire legendary gallery, and unworthy were they of the abilities that were unique to only her. Even those who cared little for entrapping her in their Poke Balls, however, had selfish desires of their own. They saw things only through a lens of what was most convenient, most ideal for them and them alone. If someone died, they did not stop to remind themselves that all mortal creatures must perish – if every human were to live forever, the world would be over-run and no one could exist comfortably, cramped and crushed on the surface of a planet too small to sustain them. That never stopped their tears, though, or the anguished cries of “why them, why now?”. Worse, still, was that they could not appreciate the creatures that let their world run as it did enough to even grant them such small offerings as a body to use in their darkest hour. Dialga allowed time to pass, seasons to change. Ho-oh has aided in the creation of the sun in the sky. And yet those great kindnesses, the ones that let life exist as a whole weren't enough to justify the borrowing of one single human. It was driven by something entirely illogical. It was fueled by mankind's greed.[break][break]

The girl Marley had taken, supposedly this “Madoka”, had held no real purpose in lief. She would have lived and died as all others, consuming more than she gave and turning to dust, unremembered, as the rest. Why did the girl before her care so much?[break][break]

“What – What makes you think you have any right to take her body? Why would she even have a body?” the magical girl was ranting and raving, sitting on the cusp of a scream, a shout, an outburst. “She left nothing behind after she mad that wish, only these fucking ribbons, and I- No one even remembered her! Did you just waltz up to wherever she was and think you could just stop her? Do you even know what she was doing? Do you know what Madoka sacrificed herself for?” Wishes? Ribbons? Sacrifices? The words of a mad woman, surely. Marley had barely paid attention in the choosing of her host, but she hadn't needed to to know that she was certainly too young to be making sacrifices of any grand proportions. If anyone had, she and the others would have known. (The region had been set aflame and robbed of nearly all of its life, anyway; why would the menial sufferings of one girl be enough to deter her from her holy task?)[break][break]

“P-please don't be upset, I – I don't even know wh-what you're t-talking about,” Mew said, shrinking in on herself and away from the words that threatened to scald. There was comfort in knowing that there was nothing this girl could do to harm her (probably; she was just a human, wasn't she?), but that didn't mean she didn't shy from the sound of anger. “She... she was, um, just a girl, and I -” Had a goal that needed to be accomplished, what that she would no matter the cost. She'd take the body of a hundred girls if she had to. Nothing this one said could undermine that. A sudden rush of defiance rushed through her at the thought, and she found her lips pressing together, to start of a frown tugging at the corners and a bit of liquid courage dropping into her normally shaking words. “- I don't h-have to explain myself t-to you.[break][break]

“I... I'll s-say it again. Wh-what were you j-just doing?”

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