Post by Nagareboshi Koi on Jan 10, 2018 19:15:03 GMT -5
It was a strange thing, really, for logic to collapse all around you.
For as far back as her memory could stride, Koi Nagareboshi was reliant on the power of logic above all else— and it had always served her well. When anxiety grew too taxing to shoulder or her mind ran rampant with irrational worries she couldn’t shake, it was always logic that floated down and offered her some solace.
She didn’t know if she believed in things like ghosts or the dead rising from the grave. She didn’t know whether or not angels were real, if heaven or hell dwelled above or beneath her and everyone she’d ever grown to know. She certain didn’t dismiss the possibilities of all of the things she didn’t understand, of course, because she didn’t have that power. What she did know was that when things like that scared her, applying logic was always what eased her anxieties.
But there was nothing logical about this— about being young and just on the cusp of truly living, only for the threat of it all being stolen away to rise. There was nothing logical about two people, not even truly adults, losing their lives to two more, only for them to be crushed too. There was nothing logical about two twisted mascots pushing, pushing, pushing for you to steal someone else’s life.
There was nothing logical about having to stare Death in the face and pray that it didn’t strike you down next.
Few things were scarier than that— the inability to rationalize the scenario and dissect it, just like a frog in a biology class. There was no scientific application, no variables or control, no hypothesis or theory or reactions or something that might make just a little bit of goddamn sense. There was just fear: paranoia born from the knowledge that the world was fighting against you, and so were all of the people you could have trusted in another life.
Nagareboshi’s coping mechanism, of course, had been to shield herself from the world. She’d closed her door and hid, cowering beneath the weight of her anxieties and surrounding herself with the few things that did make sense. Books, figurines, things that were truly real and had purposes to their being there.
But it only lasted for so long.
She’d kept her mouth shut as one kind face fell, then two, then three, then four. It was four too many, and infinitely more than enough to make her realize that hiding wouldn’t erase the problem.
So in the absence of logic, who else did you go to beside the embodiment of it?
Delicate fingers coiled around the white ribbons wrapped up in her emerald tresses, tugging lightly and nervously as she stood before Madoka Marugou’s door. Koi’s lips were pursed in hesitance, a thousand possibilities washing over her as she considered just how to approach the situation before her.
Madoka was intelligent and rational, levelheaded in a way Nagareboshi wished she could be. She could dismantle her scenario and put it together again, only better— all of the components whirring together to form something infinitely more functional. She was the prime example of a survivor, and who better to take advice from than someone like that?
Although a twinge of anxiety bit at her heels, Koi lifted one hand from her ribbons and gently knocked against the door to Madoka’s room, hoping that she was in at the moment.
For as far back as her memory could stride, Koi Nagareboshi was reliant on the power of logic above all else— and it had always served her well. When anxiety grew too taxing to shoulder or her mind ran rampant with irrational worries she couldn’t shake, it was always logic that floated down and offered her some solace.
She didn’t know if she believed in things like ghosts or the dead rising from the grave. She didn’t know whether or not angels were real, if heaven or hell dwelled above or beneath her and everyone she’d ever grown to know. She certain didn’t dismiss the possibilities of all of the things she didn’t understand, of course, because she didn’t have that power. What she did know was that when things like that scared her, applying logic was always what eased her anxieties.
But there was nothing logical about this— about being young and just on the cusp of truly living, only for the threat of it all being stolen away to rise. There was nothing logical about two people, not even truly adults, losing their lives to two more, only for them to be crushed too. There was nothing logical about two twisted mascots pushing, pushing, pushing for you to steal someone else’s life.
There was nothing logical about having to stare Death in the face and pray that it didn’t strike you down next.
Few things were scarier than that— the inability to rationalize the scenario and dissect it, just like a frog in a biology class. There was no scientific application, no variables or control, no hypothesis or theory or reactions or something that might make just a little bit of goddamn sense. There was just fear: paranoia born from the knowledge that the world was fighting against you, and so were all of the people you could have trusted in another life.
Nagareboshi’s coping mechanism, of course, had been to shield herself from the world. She’d closed her door and hid, cowering beneath the weight of her anxieties and surrounding herself with the few things that did make sense. Books, figurines, things that were truly real and had purposes to their being there.
But it only lasted for so long.
She’d kept her mouth shut as one kind face fell, then two, then three, then four. It was four too many, and infinitely more than enough to make her realize that hiding wouldn’t erase the problem.
So in the absence of logic, who else did you go to beside the embodiment of it?
Delicate fingers coiled around the white ribbons wrapped up in her emerald tresses, tugging lightly and nervously as she stood before Madoka Marugou’s door. Koi’s lips were pursed in hesitance, a thousand possibilities washing over her as she considered just how to approach the situation before her.
Madoka was intelligent and rational, levelheaded in a way Nagareboshi wished she could be. She could dismantle her scenario and put it together again, only better— all of the components whirring together to form something infinitely more functional. She was the prime example of a survivor, and who better to take advice from than someone like that?
Although a twinge of anxiety bit at her heels, Koi lifted one hand from her ribbons and gently knocked against the door to Madoka’s room, hoping that she was in at the moment.
”Marugou-sama? Are you there?”
