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[beknightedheroine]

Characters: Sayaka Miki, anyone who was interested in a Witch's Kiss, and the Nuke Squad.
Setting: Floor 28, and on the way to.
Format: Any is fine, but I prefer prose.
Summary: My wish is somewhere not here.
Warning: Spoilers for Puella Magi Madoka Magica, death.

On the path to Floor 28.

Sayaka has become despondent, over this last week (well, eight days, to be more specific). It felt like all her feelings fell away, one by one, watching the battles in the labyrinth - only a few days in, she'd lost all will to pay attention to it at all, and stopped making appearances in places she would normally be found in.

Anyone who's attentively lived through the start of this month, on either side of events, wouldn't be surprised by this in the least. But it's over now, right? So why does this girl look just as hopeless as if the worst was still to come? She's shuffling relentlessly forward, with some sort of purpose - but it doesn't look like a happy one.


Floor 28.

There's something different about this floor today. Something on a more unsettling, dangerous caliber than the usual fare - it's the tower, after all. It's never safe. But this is on a whole different level.

The air feels heavier. 'Humid' might be the correct descriptor, though that makes no sense - there's no water significant enough on this floor to cause an atmosphere like that. A close look would reveal that it's the truth, though - on some of the instruments, a bit of condensation has appeared. It's more obvious in a specific part of the floor - and anyone who can significantly sense magic will have been drawn there, anyway.

Because here, in the strings section, where a song gently waves through the air - there resides a Witch.

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28~

[thanabro]

Ryoji's managed to make it up to the higher floors today. He needs to get up, get away from people, and the music room is usually relatively unpopulated.

... But today he hears someone, and he tenses. Not just because of his urge to be on his own - though that's part of it - but the entire feel of the place is... wrong. He steps forward, trying to brave a smile.

"Hello? Who's there?"

whoop i'm the latest i'm the greatest

[beknightedheroine]

The voice is far from human, more something vaguely meaningful that lies in the notes of the growing song - it does have a message, though.

It's imploring is sincere and earnest: won't you guide others to the destruction that the singer has fallen to? Wouldn't it be better if everyone were to hear this song?

He might notice a light sting to his neck as this attempts to draw itself on his skin.

It's okay I am late all the time -

[thanabro]

He can feel the meaning, he wants to fight against it, but it hurts. Something in him knows this is what it was meant for - what Death was meant for. Everyone would be better off if all was destroyed, if no one was around anymore - they couldn't hurt anymore.

He reaches up to put a hand on the side of his neck. Pain... pain was all right if he could fight this -

You can't fight this.

Pain... he didn't want anyone to hurt anymore. His legs are shaking and it's hard for him to stay standing. He can feel Death inside of him, and it's bigger than he is. He's just a boy. He's the Seal, but he's still just a boy.

Give in.

"Ngh... stop..."

[beknightedheroine]

Urged on by the supernatural force already laying within Ryoji, the Kiss finishes forming unimpeded. He won't be able to hear the tempting song anymore, but that doesn't matter. Because it's right there, pulsing in an angry design on his neck.

It's a note of finality.

[thanabro]

He's on his knees, and he doesn't remember ever kneeling, but there he is. He's breathing hard and trying to fight it, trying to shine against the darkness - but no. He can't. He's too faint.

With a whimper, not a roar, he's mostly gone, Death bubbling up and taking hold of him. He stands, eyes dark and expression a bit amused behind his scarf.

"It's time to speak with them and make them see the truth."

[beknightedheroine]

_{[translation since he can probably understand it at this point: "Yes, that's right. Make sure EVERYBODY hears."]}



And Oktavia continues to enthusiastically conduct, as the concert of coming destruction swells in volume.