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[He was beginning to wonder if this was a prank of Kaname Madoka's.]

[But it was an unlikely possibility to begin with. Madoka had saved him; Madoka, therefore, probably did not hold grudge or hatred towards him, and such emotion would obviously not manifest itself in the form of sending Kyuubey to such an absolutely ridiculous universe anyway. Pokemon? Stuck until the 'Entralink' was fixed? It would have been easier to believe if the old man had simply said "you're here because you deserve to rot in hell for betraying and deceiving us" - not that Kyuubey agreed - but this was no hell, at least according to the human definition of hell. This was more like limbo. Was he supposed to redeem himself now? Adjust to human living? Impossible. Preposterous, even, particularly in an environment where he was supposed to adhere to rules he had not encountered previously. And the lifeform he was given - was he supposed to be responsible for it? Care for it? There was no apparent purpose for doing so; better to return it whence it came. The situation was expecting too much of him. He had never attempted to grant a wish that was impossible without the power to make the impossible possible - but that seemed to be what the world was demanding of him. But more importantly, Kyuubey had been forgiven; Kyuubey had been saved.]

[So the only conclusion to be made was that this was not Madoka's work.]

[Which meant that this world operated on a different set of rules entirely, and the most logical course of action would have been to explore those rules... but in the midst of that thinking, he stumbled into his own dream.]

[A barren landscape if anything. Obviously. Incubators did not dream to begin with. It simply paralleled one he had been in countless times before. He was lying face-up on the wreckage of a fallen building, arms outstretched, staring at the apocalyptic sky.]

— a pointless change of scenery. This is still the same world, isn't it?

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"...So much that she surpassed space-time interference. Perhaps repeating everything over and over led to that one true hope," Homura sighed. "....So I'm a boy in your universe am I?" Homura gave a small smirk of amusement. "Even my other self is quite desperate."

Emotions are quite irregular among our race after all, Eeveebey responded, cleaning his tail. Maybe we could've understood humans by understanding them first. Though, that's not my problem.

"...It wasn't... the thing I truly wished for, but..." Homura started, glancing to the side as she grasped Madoka's ribbon. "It was truly a favorable outcome."

It was hard to tell if it was starting to rain or that Akemi Homura was weeping.

The sight of Homura's tears had no effect on Kyuubey. It never had. It was not his problem. In fact, he had difficulty understanding why it should have been a problem at all.

"It was neither favorable nor unfavorable on our part, but it made little difference in our methods." Kyuubey blinked, observing the girl, still from his vantage point on the ground. "'She'? You were female. Madoka was male."

He rolled back onto his back, wishing idly that he had something comfortable to rest his neck on, and - by virtue of the memory technically being his dream - was granted one. He did not question the sudden appearance of a pillow; merely accepted it. "If we come from such radically different worlds, I suppose all that nonsense about the Entralink was true. Was it, Akemi Homura?"

"Of course it wouldn't," Homura remarked. "Though the elimination of all witches was quite a feat."

...

"Madoka was female in all the timelines I've overcome. My one... true friend," Homura explained... was explaining the right word here? "Though keeping my gender is quite a feat."

Homura turned toward Ninth now, her expression as blank as before. "That's right. My method of entry here was quite a catastrophe through coincidence I suppose," Homura sighed, glancing at her timer. Her hair billowed in a sudden gust of wind.

"Pokemon certainly seem to be interesting creatures."

And you've turned into one. He allowed the image of the Eevee-QB to blur in his peripheral vision, somewhat mystified by its appearance. An unusual turn of events. I can't imagine what that's like.

The breeze rippled through Kyuubey's hair, sending longer strands of it flying; he buried his face into the pillow. It was cold. The ocean from Walpurgis' rampage did little to stifle that fact. "Regarding that - what have you been doing to occupy yourself in this world? There are no Witches, nor demons. Do you not feel that you have lost purpose?"

It's quite interesting! This form has quite a bit of power, Eeveebey explained, wagging its tail.

"Hm, I suppose that I'll have to follow along with this world's rules to see if that can send me back," Homura shrugged, not bothered by it. "...I've spent endless repeats of my world striving for one thing, it doesn't matter if I need to take more time here to go back to what I was doing."

"..."

A fair enough conclusion. In fact, it was illogical that he should not have immediately come to it in the first place. He would have to correct that. He should not have behaved the way he did.

He could gain nothing from sitting around and moping.

"I suppose I should join you in that endeavor," he said simply, lifting his head from the pillow and sitting up. "At the very least, it should provide a fascinating distraction from my duties."

"Hn, I don't mind at all. If I remember correctly I had just gotten close to somewhere known as Striaton City in this world," Homura mused, reclining somewhat.

"You're not too much of a threat in this world at any rate," the puella magi monotoned, though a small smirk started to form on her lips.

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Bad censoring: The Anime. Man I should read the manga 'w'

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lives = cannot roleplay constantly /paps on shoulder