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melodiesoflife2016-03-30 07:26 pm
foodchaining) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-03-30 07:26 pm
Entry tags:
Eat Sleep or Fight
Characters: Kyoko & OPEN
Where: The Observatory/City Outskirts
When: Whenever!
Summary: Kyoko hanging around, either stuffing her face or fighting, her two favorite things
Warnings: Gluttonous magical girl, possible language, Kyoko can be a huge jerk
OBSERVATORY
With hands nestled casually into sweater pockets and a pocky stick snug between her teeth, Kyoko bent her knees, the treat tipping around as she calculated her landing just before launching into the sky. Feet hit hard, snapping some ceiling tiles that slither down towards the ground below.
“Ah, crap!” Her glance does not follow the damaged property, rather a hand shoots up as if to catch the snack. The redhead had almost – almost, dropped it in the jump. While the wind whips angrily at her ponytail, Kyoko leaps a couple buildings until she stands atop the observatory, mindlessly wasting precious magic in the process. Climbing to its highest point, she peers down into the oversized lens.
One of the disadvantages of this place was its lack of skyscrapers, the magical girl had always preferred perching up high. With this world’s lack of them – a telescope would just have to do. Plopping down atop the sensitive instrument, her legs dangle askew. Munching joins the sound of the wind as the redhead looks out over the city.
CITY OUTSKIRTS
“Eat this!” Running a jagged pattern, her lance moves in a blur of twirls and slashes. Four geezards fall in the wake of the magical girl. Slamming the butt of the weapon to the ground, Kyoko glances back with a fanged grin. If this was all there was to gathering magic in this world – there would be nothing to it.
A piercing, inhuman scream has the lancer shooting her free hand to an ear, but does nothing to block out the wailing of the mandragora that snuck up. “Uh...Goddamn house plant.” Curling painfully forwards as if the soundwaves were solid punches to the gut, there’s a moment where her footing grows unsteady. In the next, the head of her spear is ripping into the foliage of the creature. That shut it up, but not before three of its friends had joined the party, along with a couple of buers flapping overhead.
Where: The Observatory/City Outskirts
When: Whenever!
Summary: Kyoko hanging around, either stuffing her face or fighting, her two favorite things
Warnings: Gluttonous magical girl, possible language, Kyoko can be a huge jerk
OBSERVATORY
With hands nestled casually into sweater pockets and a pocky stick snug between her teeth, Kyoko bent her knees, the treat tipping around as she calculated her landing just before launching into the sky. Feet hit hard, snapping some ceiling tiles that slither down towards the ground below.
“Ah, crap!” Her glance does not follow the damaged property, rather a hand shoots up as if to catch the snack. The redhead had almost – almost, dropped it in the jump. While the wind whips angrily at her ponytail, Kyoko leaps a couple buildings until she stands atop the observatory, mindlessly wasting precious magic in the process. Climbing to its highest point, she peers down into the oversized lens.
One of the disadvantages of this place was its lack of skyscrapers, the magical girl had always preferred perching up high. With this world’s lack of them – a telescope would just have to do. Plopping down atop the sensitive instrument, her legs dangle askew. Munching joins the sound of the wind as the redhead looks out over the city.
CITY OUTSKIRTS
“Eat this!” Running a jagged pattern, her lance moves in a blur of twirls and slashes. Four geezards fall in the wake of the magical girl. Slamming the butt of the weapon to the ground, Kyoko glances back with a fanged grin. If this was all there was to gathering magic in this world – there would be nothing to it.
A piercing, inhuman scream has the lancer shooting her free hand to an ear, but does nothing to block out the wailing of the mandragora that snuck up. “Uh...Goddamn house plant.” Curling painfully forwards as if the soundwaves were solid punches to the gut, there’s a moment where her footing grows unsteady. In the next, the head of her spear is ripping into the foliage of the creature. That shut it up, but not before three of its friends had joined the party, along with a couple of buers flapping overhead.
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“The sword of light allowed him to cut through the darkness and with the goddesses help they were able to seal the darkness away. It couldn’t be defeated for as long as there is light, there is darkness to match it. Hylia knew that the darkness would return in a time when people only knew it by its legend.” Her smile fell slightly as she continued. “Over time hearts grow weak and weary. In order to protect those she loved Hylia used her powers to be reincarnated among her people. She would awake to find the new hero, should the darkness return.”
Zelda’s expression softened as her smile pulled back across her lips. “Even now we tell the tales of the goddess, for everything she’s given us we will never forget her.”