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towerofanimus2012-11-27 10:40 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-27 10:40 pm
Entry tags:
third prayer [closed]
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Homura Akemi
Setting: Floor Forty-Seven
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: After seeing the fallout on the network, Kyoko takes it on herself to go hunt down Homura.
Warnings: being meguca is suffering.
Kyoko liked to keep tabs on the other three girls that occupied the tower. It just made her life a little easier to know where everyone stood and, though she never thought deeply enough of it to recognize it for what it was, it was something of a relief to see that they were still there. That quarrel on the network was jarring enough, however, to get Kyoko moving away from the terminal and down the staircase. She trusted Madoka to be able to use a lick of common sense--if anything, she'd probably run to Sayaka. Those two were good friends, after all. Homura, on the other hand...
Well, there was a price to pay for independence.
"Oi, Homura!" It didn't take long to find Homura and even less time to call out to her. Kyoko had already transformed and presently held her spear in one hand. A precautionary measure for a worst case scenario. She clutched it, grinding down on the piece of pocky she held between her teeth as she abandoned the staircase.
Setting: Floor Forty-Seven
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: After seeing the fallout on the network, Kyoko takes it on herself to go hunt down Homura.
Warnings: being meguca is suffering.
Kyoko liked to keep tabs on the other three girls that occupied the tower. It just made her life a little easier to know where everyone stood and, though she never thought deeply enough of it to recognize it for what it was, it was something of a relief to see that they were still there. That quarrel on the network was jarring enough, however, to get Kyoko moving away from the terminal and down the staircase. She trusted Madoka to be able to use a lick of common sense--if anything, she'd probably run to Sayaka. Those two were good friends, after all. Homura, on the other hand...
Well, there was a price to pay for independence.
"Oi, Homura!" It didn't take long to find Homura and even less time to call out to her. Kyoko had already transformed and presently held her spear in one hand. A precautionary measure for a worst case scenario. She clutched it, grinding down on the piece of pocky she held between her teeth as she abandoned the staircase.