sixth prayer

[prayed]

Characters: Kyoko Sakura and you
Setting: A bunch of new floors.
Format: Floor One Hundred, Eighty-Three, Eighty-One, Sixty-Three, Fifty-Four & Kitchen
Summary: Exploring the new floors! Also fondue.
Warnings: Some possibly squicky organ stuff on eighty-three, otherwise probably none?

Floor One Hundred
Kyoko stood at the top of the staircase, alternating between staring down into the seemingly-empty room below, the staircase below, and over her shoulder for anyone (or, needless to say anything that might be coming through. She took large bites out of the sandwich in her hand. Judging by the way she's fidgeting, tapping her foot impatiently, one might be able to gather that she's waiting for someone.

Floor Eighty-Three
If it seemed too good to be true, it normally was. Kyoko knew that all too well (and in this place, who could expect anything less?) So it was with a certain amount of skepticism that she approached this floor, which had piles of clothes free for the taking. She almost passed it up entirely, but curiosity inevitably got the best of her and she found herself sifting through one of the many piles. Eventually she procured a jacket from it, experimentally slid a jacket on.

Whatever she might have been expecting, though, it certainly wasn't to find herself wearing what might have been a living animal. To feel organs pressing down on her, disgusting, slimey things beating and squirming, contracting and expanding and living off of her. It was as though another creature, unaware of it's own death, were trying to claim her body for it's own. She shrugged it off, tore it off, threw it away with perhaps more force than necessary.

She glared at it, as though expecting it to start moving of it's own accord. To crawl back onto her and finish the job it'd started. Of course, to look at it now, that was certainly impossible. It was just a jacket, a lump of fabric and thread, and that was perhaps the most unsettling thing of all.

Floor Eighty-One
Nearly twenty floors later, stumbling upon the lounge was a welcome change of pace and she was no in no hurry to leave it. She searched the room carefully, searching for anything out of the ordinary and finding nothing outside of the unusual decision to leave the windows bulging out. She couldn't look down for too long; it was unsettling to think about just how high this place went, how such a thing could even be possible.

Instead she left it behind, choosing to sprawl out on one of the couches. She popped chalky candy hearts into her mouth one after another and idly wondered how many floors were left to check out.

Floor Sixty-Three
It was unsettling to so suddenly find herself underwater; so much so that Kyoko nearly turned back and avoided the floor altogether. She couldn't swim and didn't particularly care for any of the new water-centric floors, but this one least of all. Still, she steeled her resolve and stepped down the stairs, wondering if it might not be something akin to the aquarium. There were enough fish for that.

Her attempts to touch the glass that normally been in place proved that theory. She drew her hand back as though it were on fire upon touching not glass, but water. Wasn't one floor with the magically floating shtick enough?

Floor Fifty-Four
The dolls looked so real. It was as though they could come to life at any second, completely like anything Kyoko had ever seen. No expense had been spared in crafting them, right down to the details on their outfits. So much so that Kyoko had to lift one up, listen to the sounds of plastic limbs and watch it's head loll to confirm that it was just a doll. She wondered what Mami would think of this floor. She seemed to be the kind of person to be into this sorta thing.

Setting it down, she decided it'd probably be better if nobody took interest in them. These things would probably spring to life and kill you, like something out of a crappy grade-B horror movie.

Kitchen
Much later in the day, Kyoko can be found in the kitchen, in front of the stove. The sweet smell of melted chocolate wafted through the room and anyone who cared to come over and look would find that she was stirring fondue. There's a bowl filled with fruits sitting on the counter next to her. A reward for all of her hard work, perhaps? Not like she's ever needed a reason to treat herself.

Comments

Floor Sixty-three

[lightofhumanity]

chaos was finally getting around to exploring more of the Tower, and, upon wandering down into this room, he saw a red-haired girl..who..sensed the same as a pink-haired girl he had encountered months earlier. Her consciousness was ripped out of her boy and put into a small hairpin she wore.

Not that chaos's face showed that he knew any of this. He just kept smiling kindly as he walked down the stairs, not going into the water yet.

"Are you alright? The water will not hurt you."

[prayed]

"I'm not worried about it hurting me," she offered flatly, a touch frustrated about being caught during a moment of weakness. Well, maybe she was a little. She didn't exactly fancy the idea of this room caving in on itself, nor drowning, but that wasn't something she felt the need to share. She rolled her shoulders though, letting her concerns roll off. "I wasn't expecting to find an ocean in this place, y'know. I'd just like to know how the Hell they're keeping this oversized aquarium in place."

(ooc: Just a small note, her soul is actually in the ring in her finger, rather than her hair pin!)

Kitchen

[fusedstars]

When Hei entered the kitchen, he had hoped it would be empty, at least more room for him to cook. But when he saw Kyoko, he didn't exactly mind. Right now though, he wasn't in the best of moods, what with Amber suddenly vanishing on him. The tower just seemed to live to take everyone and anyone he considered important to him. The list again was dwindling.

He did allow himself to grow curious at what Kyoko was making. Not bad for someone so young.

"Smells good so far."

[prayed]

"Don't underestimate me. I may not look it, but I know my way around a kitchen, y'know." Kyoko shot Hei a grin over her shoulder as she continued to stir, her tone light. Going down fifty flights of stairs had been a serious pain, but she chose not to dwell on that. It hadn't been a total waste. Besides, all that really mattered was the pot in front of her right now and the chocolate covered fruits (and other things, perhaps,) that she had to look forward to.

81

[clumsyjesus]

[As Colette enters the room and her eyes fall on Kyoko, her mouth opens wide. That girl......when the tower was doing something strange last month, she and Colette were....

Awwwkwaaaard.]

[prayed]

[The sight of Colette catches Kyoko off guard. She nearly chokes on her candy heart at the sight of her, coughing violently and pounding on her chest before swallowing. Sitting up, she holds up her hand in greeting all the same though, trying to at least keep up the image of holding her cool, even more due to her initial reaction.]

...Yo.

[But really, it's awkward to run into someone she believed to be her best friend. She's not sure how to handle that and it shows.]

floor fifty four

[puppy_lancer]

If Lancer's footsteps sounded heavy, that's because his feet were in the process of turning to stone. He's absolutely sure it's a curse by this point, so he's been trying to find a good place to sit down and try to undo it. He's chosen this floor because, at first glance, it didn't seem that people or monsters were around.

However, just as he's about to sit down, he hears some rustling.

"Who...?"

[prayed]

Kyoko sits up, alerted by the sound of footsteps that were too heavy for any normal human to carry. The voice, while familiar, gave her precious little reason to relax. He was one of those people that she'd though she knew during that last messed-up experiment. Rather than focus on that though, she shifted onto her knees before draping over the sofa. She continued to munch on candy hearts, stared at Lancer. She wasn't sure what to make of this guy, really, but...something seemed off about him. But maybe that was just because he looked about ten years younger.

"Shouldn't you already know who I am?"

[terreifying]

Rei walks into the kitchen, attracted by the delicious smell.

"Heee~ey. What'cha cookin'?"

[prayed]

Kyoko smiles a little at the familiar face. It's a nice end to a rough day.

"Chocolate fondue. Want some? It's almost done, y'know."

81

[deusexyandere]

[ Someone's sitting just inside the bulge of one of the windows, staring straight up. He has his knees drawn up to his chest, a small cellphone laid out next to him, open with the screen illuminated. As Kyoko approached, the phone vibrated, and the screen shifted. He immediately snapped out of his staring at the just-barely-visible stars above, expecting to see Yuno. Instead... the red-haired girl.

He doesn't say anything. He just tentatively waves, and goes back to staring upwards. ]

[prayed]

[Ah, this kid again. Not like she really minds running into someone. It at least breaks up the monotony of one annoying floor after another. She walks next to him, tugging a plastic baggie containing candy hearts, eating a few as she cranes her head back to see what's caught his attention.]

What're you looking at?

floor fifty-four

[eternallily]

[Saki had been exploring the new floors, but this one? This one stuck. It reminded her, in a way, of Angelica Bears, back home. Of course, that meant it had something secret hidden underneath it, but in this tower? It was foolish to think a room wouldn't have something hidden.

She picked up one of the dolls, inspecting it carefully. It really wasn't like one of Mirai's at all, on closer inspection. Mirai's bears all had something these didn't - love.

Saki put the doll back down, only then catching a glimpse of the other girl. The magic signature was the exact same as hers, she could tell that much, but she wasn't going to bring it up first.]

I don't like these dolls. They've got a weird air about them, don't they?

[prayed]

[It's been awhile since she's run into another magical girl--or at least, one that she didn't know from back home. It gives her a bit of a pause, but without territories to claim or witches to fight over, she finds herself able to approach this girl in a casual manner that she never could have managed back home.]

I don't trust anything that comes from this messed up place, y'know. They probably spring to life and try to put a knife in ya soon as your back's turned. [She turns one around and pushes it over with one hand, as though giving a demonstration.] Or something stupid like that. That's how it always goes in those kinds of stories, isn't it?

83

[foodchains]

[After her encounter with the newest magical girl addition to the tower, Kyoko had just about enough of people in general. To see Madoka, having contracted into becoming a monster like that...it was a lot for her to take. Months she had spent with Homura, trying to keep another magical girl from being born while simultaniously trying to keep the desolate wasteland of Mitakihara despair-free. And yet here was some version of Kaname, contracted, half girl half-witch.

It made her sick with anger.

That's not why she stops to peer into Floor Eighty-Three, though. Its the flurry of movement she spots when the red-haired girl throws off the jacket. Its a bit jarring, watching herself move like that -- but then, she had already been made aware of the fact that there was another version of her here. People usually greated her that way.

"Oh I'm sorry, I must have the wrong Sakura-san."

What a load of crap.]

Hey.

[No point in putting it off any longer. There was no way to tell if this Kyoko knew about her already, but there had to be some consistency somewhere. All the different time shenganigans going around were starting to give her a wicked headache.]

[prayed]

[Kyoko isn't unfamiliar with the idea of duplicates in the tower. She's seen three of Madoka and two of Homura, only two of which she recognizes. She's even found her own name written on tombstones in the graveyard--three of them, to be precise, indicating that somebody bearing her name and face had been here before her. They are things that she tries not to think too hard on, because all it leads to is further frustration. Those tombstones in particular. As though she would allow this place to kill her. Anyone that can't handle a place like this isn't worthy of bearing her name or face.

Even so, hearing her own voice coming from another person's mouth is an unusual experience. She spins around and it's as though she's looking straight into a mirror. For a few seconds she wonders if it's not just another hallucination. After putting on a living animal (it isn't just her imagination, she doesn't want to accept that, because that means something's wrong with her,) it very well could be. But it's not and it won't be, and that's a relief and a frustration all at once.

At least it wasn't another empty grave.]


...Yo.

[She stares at her counterpart, scrutinizing her.]

Just how long have you been hanging around here?

Kitchen

[evokingfool]

One natural way of attracting his attention was delicious food. To anyone who knew him, it wouldn't surprised them at all to see Minato walking towards the kitchen. Stepping inside, he quickly glanced around and see a young girl in front of a stove.

"Chocolate?"

It's too obvious to ask about, but it's a simple conversation starter.

[prayed]

Kyoko nodded, flashing Minato a toothy grin. "Yep. Fondue. Gotta find some use for all the candy that's lying around, y'know." Not that she exactly minded all the candy.

Floor fifty-four!

[carabina]

[ Some days, Mami liked to simply wander aimlessly and see where it took her, provided that she at least be on guard and make sure no monsters attacked her when she did. This was one of those days. Her feet took her to the fifty-fourth floor. The dolls were pretty realistic. Some of them were kind of cute, in a creepy way, but Mami wouldn't want to own any of them.

She finally noticed that she wasn't alone. In fact, the person who was standing in the room with her was none other than-- ]

Kyoko?

[prayed]

[Kyoko glances over at Mami upon hearing her name, a smile gracing her face upon seeing the owner of it. She didn't expect to run into her friend here, but she's not about to complain about it. She leans back on a table of dolls.]

Speak of the devil.

Kitchen

[culbutiri]

Nesir wandered into the kitchen, she had missed lunch due to an unsuspected monster fight, it had done little to better her mood.

She wasn't injured; not past a few scrapes and bruises anyways and she stomped into the kitchen stopping when she saw someone was already there.

And the kitchen smelled delicious. She wandered over and looked into the pan, frowning, "What do that even be?"

[prayed]

With that kind of entrance, Nesir was hard to miss. Kyoko paid her a glance, shrugged at the question. "Chocolate fondue," she said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. She lowered the heat to, but kept an eye on Nesir, and added, "You know, for dipping."

kitchen

[mayatama]

[ Maya decided to wander in here (if only because kitchen meant food!) and noticed the redhead and decided to rush over to her, definitely smelling the chocolate. ]

Are you making that for someone? [ Because chocolate obviously equals Valentine's Day... ]

[prayed]

Yeah, myself.

[She smirks. Truthfully, the thought of actually doing something for Valentine's Day hasn't even crossed her mind. Really, the only reason she is even aware of it was the endless amount of hearts and sweets that Ruana is providing this month. She doesn't particularly mind the company though.]

Floor 81

[yougotthatwrong]

[Unlike the others who are practically exploring the new floors, Naegi's probably the only one who's taking things in his own pace, writing down information on his notes as he looked out at the sky outside, not really noticing that someone new entered and flumped on the couch.

Considering how silent it was with the lack of people around, it didn't take him long to turn in the general direction of the red-headed girl.]

Oh, hello.

[prayed]

[Kyoko raises one hand, a grin on her face as she bit down on a few candy hearts. She doesn't trust this kid, exactly, but she doesn't see any particular reason to worry about him either. So while she shifts positions, half-sitting as she leans on the back of the sofa's arm rest, she doesn't move otherwise.]

Yo.

[She takes notice of the notebook after a few seconds of watching him, nods towards it as she asks her next question,]

Whatchya got there?