melodiesoflife | Event || Revelations

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Event || Revelations

Characters: All the Heroes of Light and their Moogles.
Where: Order's Sanctuary, The Interdimensional Rift and their Homeworlds.
When: August 03rd - August 30th

Summary: Following the battle against Palitutu, all the Heroes of Light were transported into the Interdimensional Rift. They were told by Palitutu they would have to find her to prove they can break the cycle-- But before they could reach their destination, a malevolent entity from the Rift stripped them from their immortality...

And now, they woke up in a decaying and dying world, most specifically in a place called Order's Sanctuary. From there they are ready to jump... Into their homeworlds! Feel free to use this post for the Mingle at Order's Sanctuary and should your homeworld be the stage for the Heroes of Lights' next adventures, feel free to make a thread for it and as many sub-thread as necessary! Please refer to the OOC Post for questions and plotting.

Warning: Whatever you come up with.

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Those words might say one thing, but Kyoko's actions today had told a different story. It reminded Sayaka of a different time... in a world much different from this one where maybe... just maybe they had almost been friends.

"Hunting witches... that's all I'm good for now, right?" she bit down on her lip, trying to stop the tears that were starting to crest in her eyes. Damn. She didn't want to cry here, and especially not in front of this girl.

She rose an arm up to swipe at her eyes harshly. "That's all this body is good for, isn't it?"

Sayaka remains on her knees, it's either that she doesn't have the strength to look at Kyoko... or she can't. "Crystallis... right? There was a big house. A lot of people came and went, there were a lot of battles... but you..."

Her voice trails off for a moment, growing more quiet than when she'd started. "You were always there with me."

Arms fall from her sides, the cocky grin melts away. Feeling awkward, her fingertips tickle, wanting to reach for more treats. She doesn't let them.

Why won't this stubborn girl accept her food? Kyoko was certain chocolate would help more than any of her stupid words. Not to mention, she really didn't want to look soft again.

"Huh? Where's this coming from?" Shifting her weight during an uncomfortable pause, for once the blunt girl is trying to find the right thing to say. The soul gem ring on her finger feels heavier.

"Sayaka you've still got your family, right? And a nice home. You're in school so you got a future, not like me, and...hell. I never even noticed, neither did Mami-san. So your body is good for whatever you want, like eating."

"Yeah."

When the hand's not taken, Kyouko sits on the ground beside Sayaka. Shifting to a comfortable position to wait it out until her counterpart feels rested enough to leave. She has no intention for things to be different here.

The grief seed stands erect on the ground where it landed, but that's a wound easily set aside. Acting rotten when you're hurting was something the orphan understood - so was chasing away the people you needed most.

"It's not," she nearly choked. "It's not any good at all and to make things worse..." the tears started to fall then, as Sayaka leaned slightly forward, hugging herself around middle. "Today, I almost started to regret what I did... I thought," she continued, on some sort of tangent that only she probably even understood, "just for one second... about what would have happened if I hadn't saved Hitomi."

Even if she was rough around the edges, even if it involved threats or violence sometimes, Kyoko... really was trying to be a friend, after all their rocky beginnings. She could see it now, even as she didn't take the grief seed, even as she sat there listening to her like this, when nothing made sense anymore.

"I'm sorry... I wasted your time."

There's a light pop as the top was removed from a can of chips, as the redhead prepares to take use of the idle time in the best way she knew how. She'd already pounded through some when the comment gives her pause.

"Huh?" A crimson glance tilts over to assess her friend. "You're not acting like yourself."

There's a fanged grimace, her tough guy exterior fades away completely at the sight. Seeing Sayaka in pain bothers her too much to remember to maintain the air,

"That's bullshit. You gonna try sayin my punches don't hurt? Keep thinking like that and I'll pound it back into you that your body works fine."

A threat with no violence behind it, a frown as she tries to put together the last bit.

"I don't know what you're prattling on about, you always do the right thing so what does it matter what you think?"

"Yeah," her eyes fell further to the side. "That's because... I don't really care anymore," she tried to sound nonchalant about it, almost. Like it was no big deal at all. As though she had been trying to convince herself all this time that it was true. If she just didn't care anymore, then...

"I don't know anymore... what exactly I was trying to protect. Or what was so important to me." The world around her was starting to feel dim, cold. She opened the hand that usually bore her ring, revealing a shadowy soul gem, swimming in despair.

"I'm a failure of a hero..." drip, drip, went the drops on the pavement, and her thoughts turned to the fallen senpai she'd tried so hard to make proud. Even a beating from Kyoko was better than feeling like this. She was the lowest kind of magical girl, finally having to come face to face with her own selfish desires. "I couldn't even look Mami-san in the face," there was no holding back anymore, and her shoulders shuddered with the sobs, as she crouched slowly down to the ground.

"Hitomi is going to take Kyousuke, but there's nothing I can do about it!" she barely gve herself a moment to breathe, "Because I'm already dead! I'm a zombie!"

A ponytail sways as her chin lifts up, there's no longer so much as a hint of a kinder girl from a different world, the delinquent's back. Regarding the vulnerable girl with a hard stare.

"-Tch. You sure do ugly cry for a zombie."

The spear makes an appearance before her soul gem, a hand clasping the red jewel to transform despite the location. Her tone and posture aggressive now.

"When we met - I thought you were some wuss, but no matter how hard I beat you, you just kept getting right back up. I was right the first time though - you sound so pathetic."

The spear of hers is getting spun in an intentionally antagonizing manner, "So all you had in you was that one fight, that leaves Mitakihara as my territory."

A fanged grin, violent eyes, "Think I'll plump up a nice witch with this Hitomi and Kyousuke before I cut it down for myself. Or maybe I'll start with that annoying pink haired girl."

At the reveal of the dark soul gem, Kyoko's filled with horror.

How? How could it already be this bad?! How could she not have known?

The grief seed! Kyoko snatches it up, praying it's enough as she moves it towards the dying gem. There was never a question in her mind of who to protect.

Start with... Madoka. Madoka, who would probably have embraced her the moment she started crying. Who would have had a comforting touch, even if she couldn't find the right words for the harsh realities of this world.

Instead, she had Kyoko, venemous and biting. Biting down on a lip to stop herself from sobbing again, a low voice came from her eventually, around the same time she stopped trembling.

"You're right... I did just keep getting back up," Sayaka wipes at her eyes with her sleeve again pulling up her nose. She eased herself back up to her feet, grinding out the last of her tears.

"I'm fine now," and there was a pause, as she was reminded all over again just what kind of magical girls those two were. The kind she wouldn't be. "So don't even think for a second that I'll just let you get your hands on any of them..."

Ah good - those tears had stopped. Not that relief softened her expression, instead giving a chiding click of the tongue at the hatchling magi's announcement that she was "fine". The lance body is slung sideways behind her neck for hands to rest on. She'd been foolish - trying with this girl always troublesome.

Sayaka needed a friend, but any time Kyoko extended a hand the stubborn girl would not accept it. Despite appearances, she'd hated saying it. Fighting like that would have been a death sentence - and the girl did need to get fighting. Kyoko didn't mind being hated further to goad the girl out of it.

Perhaps having an enemy was better than having no-one at all. Who was she kidding, a girl beating herself over a bad though...with the thinks Kyoko had done. Would never change her mind about wanting her around.

There's a non-committal shrug. "No promises, I do what I want. Not like such a failure of a magical girl has any chance protecting her friends when she's not even bothering to go out collecting magic."

Good one, Dylas. You're definitely convincing everyone here. Especially Midna, who wasn't even listening to the denial, which was a denial in more ways than one, she was sure. She didn't care about the fate of the cheese, taking her position again on top of his head, but sitting upright this time as she perched, certainly not because of his comments at all...

After a series of climbing, opening doors, and well-timed jumps (all of which were appropriate criticized— ) they had finally made their way back to the foyer, Midna in full frown mode.

"What happened, uh? What?! Cheese?" or however much was left of it, anyway. "Uh, did husband move it? ...Uh, where in the world did we put it. Sorry I need thinking time. Take cheese to husband, uh?"

In Midna's opinion, this woman needed more than just thinking time... but voicing her thoughts on the matter had little chance of furthering their quest to the mirror. "Let's... go..." she spoke carefully, keeping herself in check, then a hushed, "I told you not to eat so much of it," for Dylas, and the cheese.

Nevermind that she hadn't even said that.

Well-time jumped his furry ass. Link has never had the grace and the limberness of a wendigo-turned-vampire-monk. His jumps are all a work of art, thank you very much.

He kept the block of cheese behind his back like a toddler not wanting to be scolded while they spoke to the missus, and he carefully edged along the walls until he was exiting with his back facing her. Pulling the cheese block back in front of him, there was still a good three-fourths of it left.

"Shut up! I didn't eat that much." Then again, it was a big block of cheese that now looked like a wolf had taken several bites out of it. "We're never going to get out of this place unless I punch through some walls," he continued to gripe until he was handing the cheese over to the husband monster. At least they made a cute couple.

The good news for Dylas was, the soup was smelling stronger than ever as they made their way into the kitchen. Mister Yeti even seemed to have heard him as they approached, repeating the word, "Punch... punch..." to himself, following finally by, "needs more punch..."

Midna drew back slightly as the large furry man, that wasn't Dylas, sniffed in the air, his eyes widening as he caught wind of something. "Uh. WHAT?! GOOD SMELL!" Uh oh Dylas, he's looking right at you now. "What you have, uh?!" And here come some massive hands right at you to find out.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He's not about to get body searched by the big man, even if he still kind of likes being around someone bigger than he is for a change. And he's hoping that the way he sniffs the air is only picking up on the cheese, because he's not sure he wants to get into a monster sniff-and-greet here.

"H-hey, it's right here!" Dylas nearly stumbles backwards as he shoves the cheese into the yeti's hands. His hooves still don't make sound against the floor as he scrambles backwards, but he manages to get the cheese in front of him and plucked out before he gets a hug he never asked for. And if he had to go down, he'd make sure Midna got caught in it somehow, too. "It's for you! But some, er, rats got to it or something!"

With the cheese now in his meaty hands, Yeto seems to examine it for a few seconds. Was your excuse going to fly, Dylas? A few more ticks of time go by before he finally sounds a boisterous, "Mmm! Perfect ingredient, uh!" which tells us that apparently he doesn't care, or maybe he wasn't even listening.

Into the soup it goes, as he gives it a stir. "Little more time on fire, it become gourmet soup, uh! Here, taste!"

It seems to be an invitation to come forward and give it a try... just as an excited, "I think I remember, uh!" breaks the silence from the next room. Midna, who was now in the ground with her arms crossed, was just about at the end of her rope with Yeta and peered up at Dylas from under her crown.

"You go talk to her."

Sorry Dylas, no soup for you. At least you had all that cheese to tide you over.

It's definitely not going to fly. The fang marks in the cheese clearly match a predator and not a rodent, and Dylas' fangs are on full display, so big that they always poke out just a little when he closes his mouth.

He's so busted, and...

"Wait, seriously? ...I mean, of course it's perfect," he corrected himself, watching. If Midna watched him (if she could even see his ears from the floor), they lifted and twitched when it was time to finally taste the soup, only for Midna and Yeta to spoil the mood yet again.

"What? No, you've got to be kidding me, dammit." But as much as he wanted to protest, he also really wanted to get out of this world. He made a vow to catch a fish before leaving, then trudged off to talk to Yeta.

Mrs. Yeti seems a little more buoyant this time when he finally draws near, offering an explanation right away. "We put key in nearby room, so no forgetting, uh." That made perfect sense, right? "How I forget? Embarrassing, uh. It there, it must be, uh! You look for me." Which was completely different from what they had been doing up until now, apparently.

Nonchalantly, Midna finally makes the scene again coming out from the kitchen and dusting her small hands off against one another. "Well?" she was expecting results, Dylas.

But there's a twitch of her ear as she hones in on the unclicking of a door's lock, on the opposite end of the room. There's an unimpressed look over towards Yeta, who it's lost on, then back towards Dylas.

"Let me guess..."

Midna walks in to find Dylas and Mrs. Yeta in a compromising position! Except not at all.

Dylas only sighs so loudly that it would cause an avalanche if it were outside and shrugs, turning back to face Midna as she entered.

"It's the last door, right? This has to be the last one. If it's not the last one, I'm just breaking down walls."

Without waiting for Midna, he headed into the newly opened room.

There's a glance at Yeta as Midna walks by, following Dylas. As she finally reaches the door, there's one last glance over her shoulder... before she disappears through the door as well.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the last door, either. Even more unfortunate for Dylas, punching through wasn't going to do them much good either, since this part of the mansion seemed to involve more jumping than anything. Jumping and fighting... and some cannonballs.

Midna had taken up residence on her perch between his antlers again, growing strangely quiet this time, up until they had their hands on the big key and made their way up a winding path upwards... where they'd find the large locked doors.

"This has to be it..." she sat up taller as they approached, hearing the footsteps crunching in the snow behind them, having grown accustomed to the silence of Dylas'.

It was Yeta. "Thank you. You come inside..."

Well Dylas? Someone was going to have to use that huge key.

It's as though Sayaka doesn't even notice the other girl's movements. Or maybe there's just nothing left inside of her with any more desire to care. There was no saving her now. "The balance between hope and despair— it keep itself at zero. When was it you told me that?"

She slumped down a little further, feeling weak, and letting that feeling finally wrap its cold embrace around her. "I understand what you mean, now." The hand holding her gem twitched, just a little.

"I did save a few people, but in exchange, hatred and jealousy filled my heart. I even... hurt my best friend," ever so slightly, her voice cracked at that last bit.

Breath held, the grief seed clenched tight in a palm. Kyoko hesitates from trying to draw it close to the once blue gem at the words - and shaking hand.

This girl, always running from her - if only because she was being chased. She had to do this delicately. Perhaps somewhere the Lancer knew it was hopeless - and was someone who just refused to give up.

In the back of her mind she wonders what the caped magical girl did to the pink haired girl - but does not care,

Her hand's turn to shake now, it inches towards Sayaka's gem with the false hope.

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