Board Thread:The World/@comment-24937485-20191130041107/@comment-35560612-20191202213906

What she had thought to be useful turned out to almost be the worst moment in her life. Madoka’s eyes would widen in surprise when her hair and clothing flailed in the wind, feeling a pressure come towards her as a vacuum shell knocked the scroll out of her hands to a hopefully safe distance to where Madoka wouldn’t get fried to a crisp.

If it worked, Madoka would fall back on her ass as her eyes watched the explosion. She’d sit there shaking in fear of how she almost died..and she was so young! “I-I’m too young..” she’d think, her eyes starting to water.

Madoka was too scared to move, hugging herself as she shook. The lingering feeling of dread and shock consuming her.

Wait a second. This wasn’t what she should be focusing on. She was alive and fine, thanks to O’ren. Raising her hand, she’d slap herself before getting up and taking a minute to compose herself properly. Turning to O’ren, she’d nod once with respect. “Thank you, I should pay better attention next time.” With that, she’d look to Hattori, “have you found anything?” She was still shaking, but she had to think positive.