sixteeth prayer (closed)

[prayed]

Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Homura Akemi, Naoto Shirogane
Setting: sauna changing room
Format: action brackets
Summary: Kyoko discusses the collar fluid with Naoto and Homura.
Warnings: none.


[It started with a simple message to the two of them:

Let's meet up in on floor at the sauna.

Nothing more, nothing less for Homura, although Naoto, followed by a retrieval units as she was, would get a note to "not bring any tag alongs with her this time." Even so, there's no details about why she chose that particular location or even why she might be calling them there, but given that it was following the considerably more high-profile collar check boycott, Kyoko's certain enough the pair of them would be able to put two and two together.

If not, well, the worst that can happen is that they don't show up.

Presently she can be found in the women's changing room, leaning back against the locker that bears her name on it. Her arms are crossed over her chest and one foot leaned against the locker. A stick of pocky is in her mouth. Far more curious might be the container that sits next to her. It's completely opaque, making the contents impossible to determine, but the spout it sports in front might suggest that it might contain some sort of liquid. It's large enough that one would need to use both hands to carry it.

She looks around warily as she waits for the two to arrive, a frown present on her face.]

Comments

[rewindingly]

[ For anyone else, Homura might have been skeptical. Meeting in the sauna seemed like a waste. There were better things that Homura could be doing... But it was Kyoko. If Homura trusted anyone not to waste her time then is was Kyoko.

So she came. For once, she was neither transformed nor holding a gun like the paranoid girl that she was. Homura silently located Kyoko, standing off to the sid with distance between them. ]

So? Why did I come?

[detecting]

[Naoto became quite adept at ditching her tag-along after the first few weeks it started following her around, so it wasn't too difficult to lose him this time around. When she enters the sauna she's alone as requested. She nods to Kyoko in greeting, but her eyes soon move to the container next to her.]

I assume it has something to do with that?

[prayed]

Yeah. You two must've noticed it, right? How weird all the drones were acting.

[She scoffs.]

Those guys weren't expecting us not to just do whatever they want us to, y'know, and they definitely couldn't handle it when we started acting up. They were so worried about finding everyone that they even left some of their valuables laying out, free for the taking.

[rewindingly]

[ Homura would be lying if she said Kyoko had not gotten her curious. She let her vision flicker to the container, but she did not let her head turn with it. ]

I think you us a slight elaboration, Kyoko.

[detecting]

[Naoto nods in agreement.]

Indeed. It would certainly be appreciated.

wow i thought i tagged this.

[prayed]

Tch. You guys should be happy I'm telling you anything, y'know!

[Putting her complaints aside, Kyoko pulls what might be a small vial out of out of her pocket. She continues her explanation as she pushes the container forward with her foot before squatting down next to it.]

This is the stuff they use during the collar checks. I dunno what it does, but it doesn't sound like it's been doing us any good. I mean, it's not like we need them, y'know! I haven't had one in two months and I've been just fine. And it's not just that either.

[She shakes her head, shakes the vial a little. Still speaking, she places the vial under the nozzle and presses the button. Indigo collar fluid fills the vial. Still, being made of film, the vial melts away within seconds. Having proven her point, she stands back up, stuffing her hands in her pockets.]

This thing is made up of the same stuff as we are, right? That...film or whatever. But even so, if you try to fill it up with this, it'll just melt away...don't you think that's strange? As for me, I won't just accept that they're filling my soul being filled up with this gunk for my own good.

[She glances at the container, almost glares at it for a moment and just barely thinks better of kicking it to alleviate some of her frustration.]