first reset [action; lobby]

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<sub>[She couldn't make sense of how she got here or why; the letter had talked about Time Compression, but what was that? Something to do with the flow of time, she had guessed, sure, but a Sorceress? Did that mean a Witch brought her here? Homura wasn't sure, exactly, but it seemed that for now, she'd have to get adjusted to this new school environment... sort of. She wasn't sure what she'd do without Madoka to help her with things, though.

Still with the letter in hand, Homura finds herself entering the lobby, looking around nervously.]</sub>

Ka... Kaname-san...? Mami-san...? _{What do I do now...?}

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[feedmyglitch]

New here?

[And sitting just off to the side is... What looks like an all-black boy. As in his skin is as black as his clothes. And he seems to give off this chill. Homura might think he's a familiar, but no, a fellow student.]

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Haha... ha... today is not Homura's day....

After the initial panic, because what is this place, even, she gives a weak nod.]</sub>

Y... yes, I just arrived.

[feedmyglitch]

A pleasure to meet you. My designation is Sora.

[...That warm smile means he's not bad, right?]

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

_{[But Kyuubey is always smiling...]}

"Designation"...?

Um! I'm Akemi Homura... Homura Akemi...

[feedmyglitch]

I suppose you humans refer to it as, "name."

[But he'll stand up now, looking her over.]

...Welcome, Homura Akemi. Do you want a bit of a tour?

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

Oh... i-it's nice to meet you, then, Sora-san! Y, yes, I'm not sure if I could find my way around by myself...

[feedmyglitch]

There's a directory right up this way. We can start there.

[He won't take her hand--his skin is too cold and inhuman, and he doesn't want her to catch on to his being made of pure darkness yet instead of just looking odd. So instead, he'll move from his perch and begin to lead the way to the display.]

[timeresets.livejournal.com]

Alright.

_{[Homura's content to follow behind him, as they make their way to the directory.]}