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onepassingnight2013-02-10 01:30 am
prayed) wrote in onepassingnight2013-02-10 01:30 am
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first rosso fantasma ⚜
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.
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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"What kind of joke is that supposed to be!? Dragging you into our fights. That girl, everyone told you not to form a contract with that annoying rodent, idiot!" She shook her head, took a deep breath. No. This wasn't how she wanted her meeting with Sayaka to go. She wanted things to be better this time. So, she grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she continued, steadying her voice. "Look. If you didn't decide to depend on that thing, great. Only a total moron would do a thing like that, y'know...giving up everything for the sake of getting into weird fights...that's not something that the two of you are fit for, y'know."