[X] Yes; another mind would be appreciated
It happened again. Despite your best efforts to keep her safe, Madoka is dead. With your shield broken and no way for you to turn back the clock, this is it. You cradle the broken body of your beloved, and with tears blurring your vision you stare at the figure responsible for her death. Their face is hard to make out against your tears, but their white hair and white dress stand out to you- Mikuni Oriko. How could she have done this? You thought she had moved past acting this way to get what she wanted.
The white figure approaches, their every step silent, their body never swaying with the movement of their legs, almost as if they weren't really walking at all, but gliding through the air. Their long white hair blows in the wind, and as they approach your eyes can finally make out their shape. It isn't Mikuni Oriko; it's you. You killed Madoka.
'Your' face is hardened, 'your' skin browned to the same colour as Archer's, and 'your' eyes possess a cold sharpness, steel to pierce the soul, not the flesh. The other you raises their hand, conjuring a weapon from nothing as they stand above you...
Your eyes awake, but the pressure in your chest isn't from a piercing blade, but rather from a welcome companion. Amy kneads her paws on your chest, and you raise up your hands to hold her as you sit upright in bed. You look around the room, reassuring yourself that all is well - that Madoka is well - when you confirm that nothing has changed from when you went to sleep. Your present for Madoka sits on the corner of your desk, and you will make sure Madoka lives to open it.
Once assured that all is well, you smile for Amy, giving her a kiss and some scratches behind the ear as you set her down on your bed. "Good girl," you say, swinging yourself over the side of your bed, letting your bare feet fumble for your slippers. You rise, and Amy follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, to the scent of cooking breakfast, and to mom and dad.
"Morning Homura," Archer says as you enter the kitchen. "Sleep well?"
You nod, a yawn barely escaping your throat as you respond with an "Mhm," as Amy slinks past you to her food and water dishes. "Morning," you say to Archer, and to the other woman already seated at the kitchen table, currently hunched over at her laptop. "Morning mom."
Kure Minako isn't your birth mother; quite the opposite, she's actually Kirika's birth mother. But she's your father's significant other, the mother of the girl you call your sister, and she's taken care of you just as well as your real mother would have, were she still alive. So she's mom in your eyes. "Morning sweetie," Minako says, looking up from her laptop to smile as you take the seat across from her at the table. "Archer told me you got in late last night. Everything okay?"
Both her biological daughter and her adopted daughter are puella magi, so it was impossible to keep the secrets of magic from Minako forever; she knows about you, Kirika, and the rest of the girls. "Same as always," you respond. "Kirika says hi, by the way." Minako gives you another smile, almost to return to her work before you ask "You doing schoolwork, or work work?"
You don't know the entire story; all you know is that Minako had to drop out of high school when she got pregnant with Kirika. She never finished, and she never went to university either. She's going to school now, thankfully, getting a four-year degree through some online learning program out of some local university. She's also working, coincidentally at the same realty firm where Madoka's own mother works. In fact, if you've heard correctly, Minako has Madoka's mother to thank for getting her that job in the first place. "Work work," Minako replies. "I've got to get this report typed up before Junko-san can close out some contract she's working on."
"She was working on it last night, too," Archer says, laying out a breakfast of bacon and eggs for the three of you. "Speaking of work, I gave Rin a call after I hit a dead end looking at that lumpy Grief Seed you gave me. She said she could be out here by the end of the week to take a closer look at it."
"Thank you." Archer takes a seat beside Minako, and the three of you share a brief "Itadakimasu!" before digging in. "How far did you get with your structural analysis?"
"Not very. It's... How do I say this... It's like a Grief Seed. It's nominally composed of the same dark magic, but the way it was put together makes me think it was done by someone who only kind of knew what they were doing, rather than something professional that the Incubator would have cooked up." You mull over Archer's words as you chew on a bit of bacon. Someone is manufacturing fake Grief Seeds, then; but who would do something like that; and why? What could they hope to achieve by doing that? "Hopefully when Rin takes a look at it, she can tell us whether it was made through magic, or through magecraft. Might give us some clues as to who's responsible."
"Come on you two, no magic at the breakfast table," Minako says, attempting and failing to affect a pout with her mouth full of delicious breakfast. "I barely get to see you two as is, I don't want to feel like you're leaving me out of the conversation."
Archer takes the hint, changing the subject by saying "I think Amy is due for her six-month checkup soon. You want to take her to see the vet, or should I?"
[ ] You'll take her (write-in when)
-[ ] Maybe Madoka would like to accompany you?
[ ] Have Archer take her (write-in when)
[ ] Do you have anything else to talk about over breakfast?
-[ ] with Archer (write-in)
-[ ] with Minako (write-in)
When you head out after breakfast, do you
[ ] Talk
-[ ] to Madoka
-[ ] to Sayaka
-[ ] to Hitomi
--[ ] About what? (write-in)