towerofanimus | fifth prayer

Characters: Kyoko Sakura and you.
Setting: Cathedral -> Restaurant -> Library
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match!
Summary: Kyoko has been in the tower for 10 years now! Or at least, she thinks she has been. Despite still looking like a fourteen-year-old girl, she's actually matured quite a bit over the years.
Warnings: None.

Floor Thirteen
Kyoko could be found knelt at one of the center pews. It was one of those rare occasions where she wouldn't be found eating something. It was one of those rare occasions where her hair was worn down. The ribbon that might usually have held it in place, as well as a religious icon, were held between her clasped hands, giving the image of being deeply in prayer. The mumbling is nostalgic, although it feels incomplete without the sermon and hymns that might have accompanied it under more favorable circumstances. This wasn't her father's church, but she had taken to coming here all the same. It was the closest she could come to feeling as though she was back home and to God in Heaven, watching over them all.

It was certainly Him who had given her another chance at life, even if it was in a place such as this, riddled with torture, death and disappearances, but also filled with friendships could not have been fostered anywhere else. Friends that had been lost to her back home; and of course, the opportunity to follow the path of repentance and redemption that she had brushed off for so long.

Interrupt her?

Floor Twenty-One
The restaurant wasn't a place Kyoko visited often. The temptation of good food would often outweigh the risk of loosing an eyeball, a lung or a limb (even if such a thing could be recovered through the use of magic,) especially now that the monotony had grown so great. Besides, what was life without a few risks? Fortunately, payment this time around had been fairly easy (or rather, by a stroke of luck, something she was already in possession of--she'd taken to the idea of collecting unusual things in the tower and popping open prize pods on the rare occasion that they showed themselves.)

She could be seen walking towards the staircase with a small plate in her hand, spearing a piece of chocolate cheesecake and taking bites of it.

Floor Three
Reading wasn't a hobby that Kyoko had seen herself getting into, not outside of the occasional manga, but her time in the tower had managed to soften her up the idea. She still wasn't what one would call an avid reader, but occasionally something would manage to catch her eye. At that moment "something" happened to be closer to her teenage self's preferences: some sort of fluffy shoujo manga. The kind where love and courage would prevail in the end, justice would be served and the day would be saved.

So she stood there, not yet bothering to leave the aisle, leaned back against the bookcase, flipping through the pages. Kyoko appeared to be surprisingly pleased with her find. There was a stick of banana pocky clenched between her teeth. The manga itself was pretty good. Better than she expected, even.

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Like hiring an exterminator to deal with the pest problem. 'Course, I suppose they'd just say it's not their fault, so it's not their problem either.

[The "pests" being monsters in this case, of course.]

It's never their fault for anything. Not even when Jason makes a huge mess.

[Just fight and resolve the messes, then hope that there's no punishments involved.]

Especially not when Jason screws things up. [She shakes her head with a disgusted snicker. She doesn't really that, not entirely.] It'd be nice if it were just him that we had to worry about.

[He snorts.]

I know. All of them seem to love experiments though they lost their meaning a long time ago.

They're all hiding things from us, using us to achieve their goals. Jason's just the most transparent of the bunch.

[And in a way, that makes him preferable.]

What sort of plans would have then keep secrets for so many years, I'd like to know.

[Every discovery only raised new questions, to the point that much of the population simply lost interest and sought to live day by day.]

Who knows. It's impossible to tell what they're thinking, y'know.

[Honestly, she doesn't really care about getting out herself. It'd be nice to see the rest of the world, but well...as wrought with horror and strife as her time here has been, it's also given her a chance at living that she was denied back home.]

It super pisses me off though, y'know, having to deal with them beat around the bush all the time. What do they think we're gonna do, stage a coup or something? The idiots around here do that anyway.

[Perhaps that's a bit of a harsh way to view it. She can't blame anyone for wanting to go back to their own worlds, but it's the same things every time. It never leads to anything and the bloodbaths that it results in have become increasingly tiring.]

Yeah, I don't think hiding things from us at this point does much good.

[Though a little voice in the back of his head reminds him that the hidden truth could probably be really, mind-shatteringly terrible. But at the same time, he's more or less stopped caring about that.]

Maybe it would actually cause the people who're still fighting to calm down if they got an answer.

Tch. I wish it were that easy. I don't think there's any satisfying them. I don't really care what happens, 'cause I was able to tie up all my loose ends before coming here, but these guys...

[She shakes her head.]

These guys still feel like they got something to go back to, you know? So they won't be happy until they find a way back, even if something like that doesn't exist.

I'm the same way.

[Well, technically he still needed to go save Ayaka from Saber, but Ayaka is in the Tower right now.]

Best if they could send some people home and keep those who wanna stay here.

Sure. That'd make everyone's lives easier.

[She chuckles.]

Plus, it'd be a lot quieter around here. Though maybe having things run smoothly would get boring for them.

I think even Jason would appreciate not having requests for him to get punched coming in every day.

Huh? Are people still doing stuff like that?

[This face says that you'd better not be one of them, Lancer.]

There's always people slow to catch on that the joke is pretty much dead.

[Thankfully, he isn't. He's kinda grown out of that phase.]

[Good, because Kyobro is not afraid to slap common sense into her friends.]

Seriously. You'd think it would've died out after the first band of idiots had it backfire on 'em. [She shakes her head. She's smiling now, though.] If they've gotta keep at it, they oughta at least come up with some new material.

Like asking Jason to smooch Dax or something?

[Then again, that had been done too.]

I'd rather see him get with Ruana, y'know. That girl knows how to keep an annoying guy like that in line.

[The fact that she's likely even worse than him is besides the point.]

[He shakes his head and tsks his tongue.]

You forget, Ruana considers Jason a pet.

Right, right. Why ask her to turn him into an actual dog then? Having a dog to play with would be way more interesting than playing games with us, y'know.

I should seriously consider doing that.

[~~Let's start a new Tower meme, everyone!~~]

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