Disunified Field Theory of Magic
[Hochfeld Power Station, Namibia, 115 feet above sea level]
When Nyameka woke up Kyouko was sleeping in an office chair, resting her head on a desk, using a folded lab coat as a pillow. She kept her gun on the desk, within her reach. Nyameka entertained herself with the thought of sneaking there to lift the pistol, but she felt too nauseous and dizzy for such a joke. On the top of that, she wasn’t sure if it would have been safe to remove the IV line from her arm.
To her surprise she couldn’t see anyone else in the laboratory. It took a while for her to find Kyouko’s hostage, now u
It was evening again, this time by their own time. The two girls were sitting in Madoka's room, dressed in pyjamas. Actually the pinkette was lying on her belly while she was looking for answers on her laptop while Homura was typing the report about their London mission.
But mostly she was sitting before the screen, with her face buried in her hands.
“I’m so sorry, Madoka... Even I wouldn’t have thought that we’d have to kill others’ favourite storybook heroines when we applied for this job...”
“Homura-chan, this is horrible! I had seen many witches before, but she
[5 May, 2017]
Yet another city. They didn’t even know how many cities they had visited in the last few years and they had never seen their nicer sides. And the more cities they had been to, the less difference they could see. Should these cities had been in Europe, Asia or America, the same atmosphere infected them all. The world wasn’t united, but its preparation for the last judgment was.
The two girlfriends were shaking with cold in the London night. It was already morning for them, but the Earth’s curvature ignored their inner clocks, and the weather was different too. The World Comman
“Why don’t you try your new power?”, Walbey asked. He wanted to see if they could reach deep enough with this new Cortexiphan dose. Everything could stand or fall on it.
Madoka nodded and closed her eyes. She recalled as the others changed to their magical girl dresses and felt her clothes transform too. Her new outfit was pink and black, short and modern, almost utilitarian. Apparently designed not to slow her down. There was something in these clothes that reminded her of the time traveler Homura. Of course, the thought of their connection filled her mind when the drug surged through her bloods
Reverse Ideology ~ Fordított Világkép
- Nem próbálod ki az új erődet? - kérdezte Walbey. Látni akarta, az új Cortexiphan-adagja elég volt-e, hogy elérjék a lélek mélyén rejtőző nyers mágikus energiát. Talán ezen áll vagy bukik minden.
Madoka bólintott, és lehunyta a szemét. Felidézte a többieket, ahogy mágikuslány-öltözetbe bújtak, és érezte, ahogy rajta is átalakul a ruha. Rózsaszín-fekete, rövid, modern, majdnem dísztelen. Praktikus, nem zav