towerofanimus | [closed] EIGHTEENTH STAFF ♞ File unencrypted.

Characters: Sayaka Miki and Jin Shirato.
Setting: Floor 3.
Format: Prose mofos
Summary: The failrails prod at the network again, and somehow end up finally talking about their ka-why backstories.
Warnings: Blue haired teenagers interacting with each other, spoilers for their canons.

It's the dwindling days of one admin shift moving into the next. The lull, in the face of the coming storm of a confirmed Ruana month. All is as peaceful as a day in the tower's bottommost library ever can be, as active a place it was thanks to being one of the only floors with nodes of functioning terminals.

"Yo, Jin!"

The fragile peace is shattered.

Sayaka's quick to grab a chair, and spin it around backwards so that she can lean over the back and talk.

"You got the time to crack something for me?"

Usually she waited until posts were a bit cold to try to look at the hidden bits, but this time she was too concerned not to wait. It might turn out to be nothing, but that's a risk she'd have to take!

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It's not as if he didn't expect someone bothering him in the library, 'cause-- let's be honest, it was a pretty public place. But he was at a weird enough hour where usually people weren't around. Honestly he shouldn't have been surprised that Sayaka was showed up!

Jin looked at her with a slight "Hm?" of curiosity, as he shuffled his (cracked) glasses back over his eyes while she pulled up her chair.

"Got nothin' else to do, I guess. Something in particular?"

Caring about what hour it was is for losers and people who can't cheat with magic! ~~Even if it's magic she's supposed to be rationing like usual!~~

Sayaka takes a brief moment to try and remember when he got the crack in his glasses _{(time still feels so odd and fuzzy, even as those extra not-really-memories blur, sort of like when she'd recovered from being Kidou)} but the thought's dropped when it comes time to answer as to her intention. "Yeah. It's a couple days back, no dinosaurs this time. Look for the white rat rabbit thing trying to sound philosophical. The recording is a little, uh, weird, but it should still work."

"A white rat rabbit?" He echoes with an incredulous quirk of his eyebrow. Well he's not...surprised that such a thing exists-- not anymore at least-- but more the fact that this thing is apparently being philosophical and that they should care.

But whatever, he turns to the computer in front of him, and it doesn't take long until he finds the post she's talking about. He brings it up on screen and begins clicking and typing away to find the gateways of data for the hidden posts.

"Why do you care about a white rat being philosophical?"

Kyuubey's better described a cat-rabbit more than anything, but saying rat just made her feel better

Sayaka stares at the inverted colors of the screen caused by the way her chair's angled - she's way too comfortable to fix that. She's not sure how to put it. 'Oh, I sold my soul to that rat and now my trust for it is inversely proportionate to how far I can throw it?' Well, that'd be straightforward -

"It's a white rat who used to peddle miracles and magic to dumb kids like me. If he's gonna go out in public like this, I definitely want to see what lines he's feeding people, or at least whether I should go do damage control."

"Miracles and magic?"

Yeah he's just. Kind of, deadpan staring at the screen. He would be staring at Sayaka, but he kind of has to know what he's typing and where to look.

He really shouldn't be surprised when stuff like this comes up, but it just keeps on baffling him every time. Yeah, all this surprise over miracles and magic from the guy that can summon a god analogue from his head. "Are we sure this isn't some kind of kid's show for Saturday morning?"

"--Yeah, it's a Saturday morning cartoon where everybody's wishes come true and then they die and turn into murdermermaids. Kids across Japan loved it."

Everybody has different levels of what's acceptable and unacceptable weirdness, she guess, but c'mon Jin.

"Murdermermaids."

You know, he vaguely recalls your witch-thing looking like a mermaid. Sort of. If you could call it looking like anything sensible.

Nevertheless, he finally got through to the first locked thread, so he scooted over a bit so that Sayaka could see the screen and let the video(s) play.

"And there was a winged brainwashing TV I killed once--"

Sayaka's sentence cuts off as soon as Kyoko starts talking. Oh, boy. Her own name popped up extraordinarily fast. It's a wonder she hadn't gotten a sneezing fit that day.

Yeah, Jin's just kind of sitting here...watching. The witches thing wasn't exactly a surprise, but he was pretty unsure about all the rest of that stuff. What was this all about wishes? And he was half sure he had at least seen the red-haired girl before, so he'd guessed that they were pretty tight?

"..."

He looks like he's about to say something, but instead, once the current string of videos comes to an end, he returns back to the post's original content and begins looking for the next batch of hidden data.

"They - I - what the hell!"

And it's like a switch was flipped. Sayaka stands up in one motion and curls, uncurls her hands into fists. She's suddenly suffused with a lot of angry energy that she's not sure who it should be placed upon. Her abandoned chair nearly tips in the process, but it merely wobbles and stabilizes.

"And Kyoko called me an idiot! She - why?! How did she even end up in the middle of it--?"

And she's not even starting to address the Madoka part.

He stops for a moment to look at Sayaka with a quirked eyebrow, though at least he's not as critical as he is to people he can't stand.

"It sounds like she was trying to help you and your friend." Madoka was her friend, right? He's heard at least a handful of things about her.

"I don't get her at all! She had all these things to say back then about how I shouldn't try to be a hero, and - and then she acts like I would've! I- I just..."

...what really bothers her is the idea that Kyoko died like that, trying to save her - when even Sayaka had dismissed herself-as-she-was-back-home as a totally lost cause.

She hates the idea of dragging her down with her.

"..what he said about Madoka in there I can't even brain right now."

"So basically what you're saying is that you're both huge hypocrites," He said, a bit of a smirk and a chuckle to his tone as he leaned back in his chair a bit. To watch Sayaka flip her shit.

"As far as I can tell, she made it so that you'd never be able to turn into that monster from before. Sounds like a good deal to me."

"Well - yeah!"

She sits back down in her chair - properly, this time - with a huff, but it's the huff of someone giving in.

His smirk gets to a full on chuckle at Sayaka's utter indignation.

He'd probably poke fun at it more, but nevertheless moved on to the next locked thread, leaning back in his chair so she could see the next one.

[closed] EIGHTEENTH STAFF ♞ File unencrypted.

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grats sayaka you figured out the blatant parallels between yourself and kyoko

this is getting too meta

there is no "too meta"

this is not pathologic