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[ homura ] (resetting) wrote in silverage,

That observation, Rose had completely right; Homura was tired, bordering on the boundaries of exhausted, and with every new piece of information that she got, she felt herself farther and farther away from being able to lie down and sleep like a corpse. She tried to keep her focus on what Rose was telling her –– instead of on how nice it would be to sleep. She furrowed her brow a little bit to do it; "You were pulled here? I thought I'd come here by accident, but." She left off the rest of what she'd meant to say - but someone could have done it to her, instead.

She cast a probing look at Rose's hands; the Westerner was older than her, but she could have been still a teenager, Homura had never been good at judging that kind of thing with foreigners. Was there a ring? Was there a sigil? Could she be Puella Magi, a magical girl, too? But she saw nothing of the kind; when she glanced back up, she followed Rose's eyes to the park bench. "Sit? I don't need to," she lied; she paused to consider it, because Rose was right now seeming like her best chance of an explanation, "but I can oblige. There's more to tell?" she guessed, or perhaps it was more wishful thinking. Because, damn it all, she wanted to know what was going on. The lack of anything completely inexplicably weird was continuing to rule out the idea that this was all created by a witch. So… what was it?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rose," she added––afterthought, but still polite, appending an honorific since Rose hadn't given her surname––"I'm Homura Akemi." It was all very nice; even though she maintained a sort of cool distance, almost professional despite her young appearance, she realized this might have been the nicest and most social she'd been in rather a long time. She moved to the bench, settled down, feeling muscles aching just a little.