The magic ripped into her soul, ripped into her very being, and she felt something pulling at her essence, and then there was… a light, coming from her chest, pink and kind of fuzzy. She gazed at her soul gem in awe. It was pink, like her hair and her eyes, and she really should have expected that. She breathed in softly, and felt the power flow within her.
She understood what she had to do. So she transformed, frills and pink lace fluffing out around her. It wasn't exactly a practical outfit, but then again… Jotaro wore that silly jacket and chain every single day. In comparison, this marshmallow was practically normal.
She felt a bow and a single arrow materialise in her hands. Pink, of course, with the string of the bow made of a branch of thorns. It wasn't going to be comfortable, but… ah, she was wearing white gloves now. Perfect.
She pulled it back, aiming for the sky above the witch, the clouds murky and dead above her, and released. The arrow shot far, far into the air, trailing a long, pink strand of thorns behind it –
And the arrow exploded like a firework in the sky, raining down pink ropes and clearing the sky around the witch. Pink lights seemed to search into every corner of the city, even the witch itself – larger holes than either Homura or Jotaro could make began to shoot clean through her lacy outfit. It looked almost as if the tendrils were carrying pieces of the upside-down behemoth up, into the sky, never to return.
"Whoah."
This doesn't mean no new victims are captured, you realise. We can always lie low until you least expect it.
"We'll manage." She felt herself grin. "I'm sure my grandson and I can figure something out."
Jotaro opened his mouth at that, as if to protest that he definitely wasn't related to her, but before he could say anything, a pink strand of thorns wrapped around his chest. It was time. She felt her memories clear for a moment, and allowed the other guy in her head to talk. "Let's beat up those idiots when we get back, Jotaro-kun. You and me together, right?"
"Wait! Madoka-chan, what about you?"
A stray thorn stroked at her neck, and took out a little part of her. She smiled. "Don't worry about me. 'Joseph Joestar' is leaving my head as we speak and, well, it would be kind of a dud if my magic didn't work on me. Maybe one day I'll see you in the real world."
"Madoka –"
There was no more.
You realize, Kaname Madoka, that we only allowed you to do this with the assurance that we will immediately get revenge. We are not so stupid that we will not set up traps for your Stand user friends; we will surely kill the Crusaders even without the assistance of the Stand Ra. You may not realise it, but Incubator's Metal Storm has a lot of power even in the real world.
"I know. I trust Jotaro, and Mr. Joestar. They will beat you, I know they will, before you can curse anyone else."
We will simply curse you another way, then.
"You're bluffing. You made a contract with me to get everyone safely back in their bodies."
We never said anything about allowing you to continue your lives subsequently. We have many friends who would love to get their hands on a friend of the Joestars. Even you.
"I'm prepared to take that risk."
And for your friends? The girls who were vessels for the other minds? What about them? They do not have Stands in the real world.
"We can handle ourselves. I know we can. I know the number for a foundation which can help us, thanks to Mr Joestar's memories. We don't need to be afraid."
Very well, then, Kaname Madoka. We shall see.
(Nothing really matters, anyway. Let them see what happens when DIO is truly the lord of all.)
