second prayer

[prayed]

Characters: Kyoko Sakura, open
Setting: Graveyard -> Cafeteria -> Library
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Kyoko pays a visit to the graveyard, then stuffs her face, then reads a motherfucking book (except not.)
Warnings: None.

《 GRAVEYARD 》
Kyoko had only given the graveyard a cursory inspection before, dismissing it as a decorative parlor trick like the rest of the floors, but after hearing that it was a sort of memorial she decided it to be worth another look. Not that she really cared about such things, but it was as good of a way as any to ascertain who was no longer in the tower. The sight of Mami's grave gives her a pause, though she does little more than let out an annoyed "tch" before moving on. She'd already crossed that bridge once and she didn't care to do so again.

So it's not until she stumbles upon a grave bearing her own name that Kyoko gives much of a reaction. Of course, her reaction was to kick it over, littering it with offerings of apple and pear cores. Her gaze bore down upon it for the brief moments that she stood in front of it. That sort of thing was fine if it was your own grave, right? It wasn't like she was going to be using it anytime soon. Crawling into a coffin once wasn't an action she felt any regrets about, but she wouldn't do so again. So, it was nothing less than an insult and a frustration to a person like her who still alive, right at the very top of the food chain.

《 CAFETERIA 》
She made a habit of avoiding to sit down and eat meals at a table like this. It was too slow and too stagnant and perhaps even a bit too lonely for her tastes. Well, being alone came naturally to her--after all, that was just how life worked, right?--, but the emptiness was nonetheless unwanted. It made her feel a sort of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, though food was one of the few pastimes that she truly enjoyed.

Still, some foods were harder to move with than others and so she was sitting alone at the table now.

《 LIBRARY 》
Kyoko wasn't an intellectual nor did she have any interest in becoming one; outside of comics and childish fairy tales where love and justice always prevailed she had always had precious little interest in things like books or school. Why bother with them when she already had a viable career locked in and could just take what she needed, but the end to their short-lived conversation had struck something of a personal chord. Losing your soul, trading it away, how much of a difference was there?

"'Lose your soul in the Tower of Animus,' eh? What a waste of time," the red-headed girl mumbled to herself, just barely audible, as she glanced at the empty history section and and munched on scooped spoonfuls of cranberry jam straight out of the can. She scratched at the back of her calf with the toe of her boot. There was no surprise in it's absence, but something to at least explain the name of this place would've been nice.

Comments

[prayed]

[She snickers, that reaction telling her the answer before he even says it. He seems different from before, though.]

Thought so. Where's all that bravado from before?

[yougotthatwrong]

Th-that's not me!

[He's going to flail, and sort of inch away, as if afraid that the other girl is going to punch him for what he did earlier on during October.]

[prayed]

[She might be considering it, but she won't actually make a move to do anything yet.]

Tch. Didn't ya just say it was?

[yougotthatwrong]

Well, I sort of was and wasn't.

[Um, how to explain this clearly...?]

The costume took over me near the end of the week, which led to well, that.

[prayed]

[Of all the excuses--]

Huh? Are ya seriously trying to blame something like that on the costume?

[Though thinking about it, maybe it's not actually that weird....everything about October had been pretty twisted.]

Come to think of it, I saw a couple others acting funny last month too. Guess that must've been what the "or else" was, huh.

[yougotthatwrong]

Yeah, some of them got their costumes grafted on them, and the worst part is that they affect your personalities in strange ways.

[More like murderous, to be honest.]

[prayed]

[As much as she hates to admit to it, that makes a lot of sense.]

Just what were ya stuck running around as last month, anyhow? Some kinda metal bear?

[yougotthatwrong]

Someone from back home... He's kinda the principal of my school back there.

[He looks sort of... indecisive when he came to the word 'principal' because hahahahaha his life sucks and everything.]

[prayed]

Your principal...is a bear?

[This is the most disbelieving 'r u srs?' face.]

What kinda messed up school did you go to?

[yougotthatwrong]

...Let's just say it's one of the most messed up school one can ever be picked to enroll in.

[accurate summary of his life.]

[prayed]

It must've been, if they put a creep like that in charge. [They can be worst life choices buddies.] If you were gonna be stuck at a school like that you should've just dropped out, y'know.

[yougotthatwrong]

...Well, I didn't know about that part until the second I blacked out after walking into the school...

[y e p...]

[prayed]

[She's not even sure what to make of that one. Seriously, what is your life, Makoto?]

...Tch. Typical.

[yougotthatwrong]

[A miserable pile of unluckiness.]

My luck had always been a mixed bag, so I guess that's a factor too...

[prayed]

[Kyoko can relate.]

You call getting drugged up and stuck with a Hello Kitty-reject for a principal a mixed bag? Boy, I'd hate to see what your idea of a person with bad luck is.

[yougotthatwrong]

Trust me, you don't want to know.

[Seriously, it's that bad for him.]

[prayed]

[That's just begging for her to press the matter, Makoto.]

Try me.

[yougotthatwrong]

Seeing your friends lose it and kill each other.

[and that's really happened before.]

And then being executed for that very same crime.

[prayed]

[She laughs at that, because what else can a person do when they're told something that awful? Even more when it's so stupidly similar to their own situation.]

Boy, you weren't kidding. Your luck really does suck. If you're gonna get executed, you oughta at least get to crush a few people.

[yougotthatwrong]

I'd rather not have anyone dead in front of me, to be honest...

[She's pretty blunt, would be Naegi's impression of her right now, but hey, he's seen a lot of colorful people back home and here so he's... sort of used to these kind of things.]

[prayed]

It doesn't sound like that's an option. Not if they were just gonna kill each other anyway.

[Though she doesn't really disagree, not really.]

[yougotthatwrong]

Maybe so...

[There's a sigh as he said that.]

But as long as they're not swayed by the bear's words, then nothing bad should happen.

[He's not the type to give up that easily.]

[prayed]

And if they start to...ah, I guess you wouldn't have to kill them. You could just pound 'em until they came to their senses.

[She thinks this is a better plan of action than it actually is, really.]

[yougotthatwrong]

Well, that's also a thing to do, but I don't think I have the strength- [or manpower] to do that.

[prayed]

Can't fight either, huh? Lucky you.

[She tilts her head slightly.]

So then, since there's always be at least one guy who's gonna throw a wrench in the works, what're you gonna do when they start listening to that guy?