first rosso fantasma ⚜

[prayed]

The warehouse had probably been sealed off long ago. Already it had begun to fall into a state of disrepair. Sand bags, empty boxes and other supplies were littered about. Abandoned, locked away and forgotten, no longer anything that a person would care to look for. The evening sky, the sun fading fast, made it feel somehow older than it was. Like a relic from long ago. It looks so fragile. The pillars upholding it might just collapse, the beams above might fold in on themselves and bury her.

Even so, it was the perfect place for Kyoko to work though. Unwanted places, unwanted people, they all bred curses and those curses drew out Witches. So, she carried her Soul Gem in one hand as she walked along the concrete floors. The other was occupied with a piece of taiyaki. Kyoko didn't even glance at the cans as she kicked them aside, the papers as they crumbled under her boots. Her mind was wholly occupied by her cause for coming here.

But that cause was no long showing itself. Certainly, since she was still here, somehow still alive, that person should be too. Somewhere, in this place, she was there just moments ago--ah, did she feel a familiar magical signature just then? But it was gone too soon and she was left with only more wandering to look forward to.

"Tch. This is really pissing me off, y'know," she said, to no one in particular. She kicked away a can, more forcefully now.

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[braidstobows]

Homura did, at least, refrain from pointing that part out. In fairness, she supposed more of the blame seemed to belong to the soul gems than to Kyoko anyway. (Which was strange, and therefore troublesome. Why wasn't the reaction stronger? Was the thing really that far ahead of them? She would have liked to run ahead to find out.

Perhaps she would.)

"If you do not wish to lose it," she suggested to Kyoko, "Perhaps we should split up once more. We can cover this ground more quickly, and signal to the other when something is found."

[prayed]

It shouldn't have been, but of course in dreams things rarely went as one would have liked them to. Kyoko offered a noncommittal shrug in response to Homura's suggestion. She had the same question about why it was so weak, but chose not to vocalize it. For all she knew this could be her own personal Hell. It seemed likely enough.

"Do what you want. We're gonna have to kill it either way, so as long you don't try and steal the Grief Seed from right under my nose or anything, I don't care how we do it."

[braidstobows]

"I have no intention of robbing you of this night's rewards." This left open the question of what she was doing here, fighting for essentially nothing at all. It was something she found herself doing more and more frequently, at first for all the obvious reasons and Madoka's sake, but now... perhaps habit. She didn't think she was soft enough for it to be more than that.

"However, if it has gotten far enough ahead of us for the signal to be that faint, now is the time to begin hurrying." She wasted no time in following her own words, quickening her pace to a run that only another puella magi could have kept up with.