THIS BLOG IS ON HIATUS!
[ To those of you that survived my hiatus—
I’m bringing Madotsuki back!! I’ll be joining a new group, probably the one my other two characters are in but I dunno yet.
Just wanted to announce! ]
It was risky to be out for so long in this cold weather, but Natsume didn’t really mind. As long as he got a gift for Madot, it’d be worth it.
Madotsuki…
A special person. Someone he looked forward to seeing everyday. She was the light to his darkness, someone who actually cared about him. Not that people before her didn’t care about him, but Madot was different, he knew she was. She was special, unique, she made everyday a whole lot brighter. Madot had a smile that will always make him forget about his problems and worries. There was nothing to worry about with Madot by his side.
Christmas was always lonely for him. Sure, he’d gotten a few gifts from his numerous foster parents, but he knew it was out of pity. He always had the urge to say, ‘Don’t go out of your to buy me gifts. I’m not worth it.’ Those smiles on their faces when they handed him the wrapped box were always fake. Everything was fake. It was the same for new years, he hadn’t gotten a hug, not once on this day, it was really only light pats on the head. People either feared him, or made fun of him. And just the sight of his foster parents’ frightened faces made his heart break.
None of that mattered now, things were different now with Madotsuki in his life. He had finally got to spend the holidays with someone special. For christmas, they had made cookies, and organized a small feast just for the two of them, and before they knew it they were sound asleep on the couch, too exhausted to make it to the bedroom.
Just the thought made Natsume smile. Sleeping together had become a habit now, they needed to be with each other, they felt safe of course, but the warmth was always nice as well.
Once Natsume found something to buy for Madotsuki, he headed home and put the small gift into his bag. “I’m home!” Natsume waiting a few seconds for a response. Nothing. He walked to the bedroom, hoping she’d be there, but still, no one. “She should be he—” He was cut short by the small sounds of squawking.
Did something get in? He walked to where the sounds were coming from and what he found made him jump slightly. “Eh? How did you get in here?” The blonde kneeled down and giggled softly at the text, ‘New Year!” on the green ribbion around the small animal’s neck. “Madotsuki, did you do this?”
As expected, hearing his perplexed finding was worth all the trouble she went through to get the bird — worth even running from its ferocious mother! Scooting out of the closet she joins his side in front if the duck, a fond look in her eye. Its done its job splendidly.
”.. I suppose I did.” With a gentle touch previously unknown to the bird, she sets it on his shoulder and stands, a sudden rush of supremacy at succeeding in gift-giving and being taller than him for once making her smile feel giddy. Looking at his crouching figure made her wonder if that’s how she always looks to him; quite small, that’s for sure. Returning to the bed she sits on the edge and kicks her feet. “I wasn’t sure how to throw a new year’s party, so.. uh.. I stole a duck.” A finger is pressed to her temple, accompanied with an agitated expression. “New year’s memories are hidden…up there. What do we do?” The tiny portion of the new year that she can remember is that by midnight the adults were usually drunk and talking way too loud, their voices clear all the way from the other room. Since today will be celebrated only with Natsume, that means no booming sounds except for the fireworks, which hopefully won’t scare her. Although, the beauty of them balances out their frightening explosions; that much she recalls!
Unless, of course, nobody has fireworks to shoot. She doubts he brought any home and besides, in a secluded continent like this, who has enough material to make a whole bunch of them? Only time will tell if they’ll see the lights tonight.
It won’t matter either way, though. They’re finally spending a happy new year’s in each other’s company, and that’s all that matters.
Life has honestly gotten so much better in his company. Except for a few blunders here and there, the darkness is pretty much clear from her mind and she feels free to think about the holidays as she wishes, the evil from the past still hovering in the nooks of her mind but no longer dominant. The biting guilt that she can no longer celebrate the future with her friend has receded and for some reason…she feels as though that feat is smiled upon above the sky. Being able to love when it’s all said and done makes everything fine, Madot’s concluded, and in honor of the new year she’ll make it a resolution to never skirmish her gratitude to the one who allowed the light to return, hopefully bringing him the same freedom as well.
(Source: madot)
The new year was not friendly in remembrance considering Madotsuki’s life went spiraling circa the holiday and she didn’t think to celebrate the last two years, so the day of December 31st was a tad… scary, so to say.
Accompanying a new found life with Natsume she discovered it important to allow positivism to fill both her for both their happiness, yet a drowning depression invaded her thoughts when Christmas came, usually not lightening up until far into January. The weakness drives both Madot and her previously calmed dream world mad. In her young state of living, though, how can she react any differently? Oh, how nice growing up would be. Leave the past and let it get caught in its own web of sorrow; allow it to destroy itself! A freedom granted in maturity alludes her, and presently she’s tangled in a childish state of periodic self-despair.
Her braids quiver as her body shakes to rid itself of a surreal darkness. Hurry home, hurry home and quit brooding. The sun’s setting.
Picking up the pace she darts through the forest, a basket held closely to her chest, the weak sound of chirping coming from within. This is a holiday, so she found it reasonable to get Natsume a present. An odd present — a duck, that is — but one that pleased her all the same. She held confidence that he’d like it too because in the time that she’s known him, she discovered he has a particular interest in those who need help or are too weak to defend themselves. A baby duck fits that perfectly.
The door to home is thrown open and she stands before the darkness for a long moment, breath held to listen for her friend. Silence.
“Alright, little bird…” The basket is set down and the duck squawks at its rough placement. Moving to her bed, she shoves a hand beneath the pillow and withdraws a green ribbon with ‘New year!’ painted on it, returns to the duck, and ties the celebratory bow around the little animal’s neck. She then tips the basket over and the bird falls ungracefully to the floor, making a notably larger amount of noise, Madot retracting promptly to a hiding place inside the closet.
Now all that’s left to do is wait for him to see the surprise.
Oz flinched at the sound of another voice. It took a moment, however, before he finally turned to see just who this voice belonged to. Oh, a pretty girl. “I’m fine!” He declared, placing a bright smile upon his face and having taken no notice to the stick she had. This girl was talking about ‘mental warfare’.. If she wanted to see that she should have been around a number of days ago, then she would have seen real ‘mental warfare’. Oz chuckled however and shook his head. “No, I just got myself lost that’s all~” He nodded his head, blond locks falling into his face before being quickly brushed away by his hand.
“I’m Oz! Who are you?” He then asked, hands moving to interlock behind his back, causing his body to straighten up a bit. “I don’t believe I’ve met you, but you don’t seem new either~” He chuckled once more, emeralds looking the girl over once before resting on her face. There was just something Oz couldn’t place about this girl though.. She looked human, but that stupid Chain sense of his just wouldn’t shut up on the topic. He didn’t want to be rude and just openly ask ‘what are you?’ so he just left it with his last statement. Who cares if someone is different, hell he wasn’t ‘normal’ so what the heck right?
Despite his assurance she could tell quite easily that he wasn’t entirely alright and she mildly wondered why he went to such a great length to hide it. Oh well, though, what can she do? She’s not one to pry into other’s business — he doesn’t particularly looks like he wants to talk about it, anyway. The stick drops from her hand and she clasps her hands behind her back, merely nodding in address to being lost. People get lost in Pandora frequently. In an attempt to help him relax, she tries to smile.
“Hello, Oz. I’m Madotsuki. I’ve lived on Pandora for a really long time.” How long it has been exactly even she doesn’t know — it must have been at least a half of a year by now. “For some reason.. I don’t get the feeling you’re new, either.” But despite that, you were really lost, which is weird.. “.. I can help you get somewhere, if you want.”
He looks like he needed it, too. Not for the actual destination, but for the company. The combination of his previous actions along with something in his eyes made her think that he’d appreciate even a little offer of kindness, and trying to help wouldn’t be a bad thing. Although, Madot couldn’t help but notice the way he looked to her. Hopefully it was nothing and it wouldn’t cause him to decline her offer, since she could also use a little companionship.
{ With new faces,
comes new experiences.
Will it be agoodone?
Or will it bebadone?
You’ll just have to wait and see~…. ♪ }♫ } — “Oh, hello~.”
“—Who are you all? I’m Len Kagamine.”
”.. Hello, Len.” The first thing she noticed of this guy was that he had golden hair and an equally golden sounding voice. Peculiar. “My name’s Madotsuki. Um.. are you made out of gold or something..? Or maybe of yellow food colouring..”
Two sentences at a time. Right. Lenalee nodded in agreement, though she didn’t think the girl was able to see her movement at all at that point. Then she listened closely as Madot laid out the first part of their tale. The exorcist was rather excited to see what her and the small girl laying next to her would be able to put together. Surely with the help of the brunette’s childlike imagination, they’d be able to put together something wonderful, wouldn’t they?
Usagi and Pixie running an errand for Usagi’s mother. That was a great way to get the story started. Now where to go from there? Did the antelope jump out at them right away? No, it was surely too soon for that, right? Yes, of course, there had to be some sort of build up to the moment when they meet the big bad guy.
“The two of them began to head across the big field, laughing as they worked their way through the flowers. Although something felt different in the meadow today, neither of them seemed to notice it just yet.” She didn’t want things to happen too quickly in their story, but there had to be just a little foreshadowing of what was to come at the beginning, right? Hoping that Madot agreed, she turned to face the girl once again with a smile on her face, waiting for the next portion of the tale to be woven.
A silent cheer rang in her head at her friend’s good use of progression. A steady build of looming danger is what a seemingly happy story like this needs. Even better, the protagonists haven’t noticed. She supposed it was silly of her to get so excited by the story after only four sentences, but plot weaving is one of the only things that kindles a happy warmth in her tummy. Noticing Lenalee turn her head to her, she did the same and smiled radiantly before turning back to the stars and closing her eyes to get a good grip on the scene. In her head the field looked absolutely beautiful, so it’s a shame she planned on diverting the attention from the pretty flowers to that looming presence.
“The tree soon came into sight and they broke into a run, but something was amiss. There was an antelope by the tree, mysteriously circling it.” And there it was: the casual introduction of the bad guy. He probably won’t do anything horrible right away; heck, his intentions may begin pure! However, when he does go bad would he end up just attacking them or feigning friendship to do something fiendish later on? It was a little scary to think about Usagi and Pixie being betrayed since Madot’s never enjoyed those kinds of plot twists. She doesn’t think this from experience, more like from the frightening idea of Poniko doing that to her. What a blow to the heart that would be. Hopefully Lenalee wasn’t thinking anything similar that and the brunette was just experiencing quick attachment to the characters.
“Excuse you?”
The dream girl raises an eyebrow. Ah. Easy to anger, throws the first punch, looks for fights. She seems to be the type to seek challenges to her mental sovereignty out of boredom — the bully. It doesn’t matter anyway; Madot’s no longer prone to that and currently didn’t even care due to that her long rest from Pandora made her a little grouchy.
“Why do you sound surprised..? Calling people losers doesn’t make you less of one.”
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I don’t like the look of this lady already.. this is a lady, right? “The only loser I see is right in front of me.”
Thirty days of character development - - -
10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.
Aside from the obvious monumental changes that occurred after the car accident, there was a lesser change in Madotsuki that not even she could tell was progressing. After the creation of Monoe and Monoko the dream girl grew mysteriously quieter, almost as if she was forgetting to speak. Words flowed from her in Poniko’s presence, but even with her best friend she seemed to fall into a realm of mute communication. Without realizing she was beginning to spend all her time in her imagination, making stories for the monochrome girls and keeping them ‘alive’. Poniko didn’t seem to mind considering that the hobby wasn’t hurting her.
Thinking about it now, Madot supposes that was when things first began to go downhill. It wasn’t even a noticeable change, yet it caused a distance in her expression that led to bullying.
But, again, that was just the start of her misfortune. She’d rather not dig up the past any further.
Thorough search had brought Oz clothing that was identical to his old clothing style. Plaid green shorts, a long sleeved white shirt, brown over-vest.. And buckle up brown boots. He even found a red tie, which he quickly did up. Oz tapped the toe of the boots to ensure they were on properly, a smile taking his face. He felt so childish, being excited to see such clothing again. A slight luxury to his beaten mind.
The blond took in a breath of air. In such a dark place he had found this clothing. Perhaps it was chance, or fate. Which one it was didn’t matter though, it brought back good memories. Memories filled with light. He hugged himself, a slight pink coming to his cheeks. Yes, he felt happy. With a soft sigh, he let go, emeralds moving over the streets.
Oh. He was lost. Oz groaned, a hand coming up to smack his own forehead in frustration. Why hadn’t he paid more attention to where he was going? Damnit, Gilbert would be upset with him should he be gone too long. Oh well, he was able to handle the man’s more than frequent spazzings. For now he could just explore, take in this place and perhaps find something, or someone, new.
A lot has changed since Madotsuki went to sleep for what seemed like years. The scenery didn’t so much alter as the identities of the inhabitants did; not that she thought they actually morphed their faces, but more more in a sense that there seemed to be a fluctuation in number that passed by her noticing. The new one she came across today didn’t appear to be one of the confused newcomers and he gave her a pleasant feeling — haven’t I seen him before? Although the dream girl couldn’t place a finger on where she’s seen this guy, she decided not to question it and began her approach.
His body motions were odd. First he was hugging himself as though he came down with a cold and then he smacked himself in the head, a blow of which looked to be quite hard. Madot’s steps slowed and she questioned herself as to if it’s a good idea to talk to this guy at all, but that nagging familiarity pushed her onward. When she was closer, she picked up a stick and poked him on the shoulder.
“Are you okay? You.. seemed to be having mental warfare..” The word choice could have been a tad better, even she must admit. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind. “.. Please don’t hit yourself on the head, by the way. You could get a concussion.”
May 17th
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