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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She stopped. The witch was no longer moving after all, what with Sayaka splattered with what could probably be considered innards and blood. She reached down to scoop something up, then stood there silently for a moment, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

When she finally spoke, her voice sounded far off as she looked into the distance.

"You wanted this, right?" Her arm turned, revealing the grief seed standing erect in the palm of her hand, which dripped with dark stickiness.

Her hand stopped just before reaching Sayaka's shoulder, jerking back as the stained blue haired girl came to an extended pause.

Not really the touchy feely type, unless one counted how the lancer wanted to violently shake her fellow magical girl out of it.

Eyeing the grief seed as the dark stains begin to dissipate in a wisp, there's a clink - perhaps as she clenches the lance tighter. The magic residue coating the tip of her weapon fading. "You blockhead. That's not what I care about."

"What a coincidence..." she countered flatly. "Me neither." With that, she tipped her hand to the side, letting the seed drop down to the ground, as the labyrinth began to finally disappear.

It rolled backwards, clinking to a stop at Kyoko's foot.

The air around Kyouko practically glowes with rage. Despite her best efforts, the hurt still manages to show.

Even begging for food for Momo had not felt so demeaning. Sayaka would know the redhead would not leave the seed to waste. It was like throwing food in the gutter. Only this time, it seemed, merely for the sake of being cruel.

And that's not even the worst part.

A fang flashes, murder bright in crimson eyes, "What the hell has gotten into you?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Once you know how, it's pretty easy..." her body pulsed in the spots she was wounded as the barrier crumbled all around them, shattering to glass. Her cuts healed, the music notes swirling around them darkly.

"I don't think I'll be losing anymore."

"You don't know shit. You're a train wreck!"

The crescendo of healing notes seems to be increasing her fury. The girl is visibly shaking now, yelling doesn't seem to be enough of a release and she sure as shit won't cry. "The point is not to get hurt!" Sayaka throwing out that grief seed after burning through all that magic; it felt like she was like watching her friend toss her life aside. Doing it in an act sure to provoke Kyouko was just the cream on top.

All of Miki's strange behaviors added up to summon an old dread. "Don't you know where suicides wind up?!"

The girl's chin lifted again, her head turning slowly, unnaturally to look over her shoulder at Kyoko, taking on a disturbing angle in the darkness.

"I'll be going home now, so there's no need to follow me." Sayaka turned on her heel as her transformation lifted away, revealing her school uniform again. As she took a step away, her ankle seemed to fold under the weight of her body as she stumbled, just barely catching herself on with her hands on the pavement on her way down.

There was no need to answer Kyoko's question... the simple truth was, Sayaka didn't care. "I guess I must be tired..."

A stunned silence responds to the first statement, she had not meant to let the last remark slip - those emotions got the better of her.

Yet when the topic ripped its way to the surface, there was no denial. Dread turned to despair.

There's a slight motion, it would have been easy to catch the girl but she stops short - afraid of the reaction.

She's just tired... Her mind offers a fury of rationalizations that feel like lies. The instant resolve she had at what to do should she need to frightened her. Kyouko steps beside her friend, there's one last shimmer of magic as her transformation fades.

A hand is offered. "You said you remembered." The voice sounds too quiet now. It's clear the intention is to help the girl home.

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."

"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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

"Someone has to be cursed to balance out a wish for someone else's happiness..." just as her voice started to shake, so too did the world around them. As though this Mitakihara had just been an illusion all along, it started to crumble and quake around them, small bits of the sky twinkling down to the breaking earth.

"That's how magical girls work..." the shards of reality began to come down in larger pieces, as Sayaka leaned backwards, her eyes filled with tears, as a solitary stray fell down onto the soul gem, cracking its surface, as the main plaza of the world of Crystallis took shape behind the falling puzzle pieces around them.

"I was stupid... so stupid."

All these hopeless words, from the girl who had helped her find some again. Crimson eyes are locked onto the once blue gem. Sayaka seemed, seemed --

In the girls mind's eye, a man hangs from a noose.

So Fragile. Just as the grief seed may have come close, it crumbles. "Ah! Shit!"

Sayaka, her soul gem! Kyoko's watched with terror as the tear struck.

And everything comes crashing down.

There's a far off scream somewhere in the world that's falling apart. The sounds of a violin, the shattering of a darkened grief seed that comes from seemingly nowhere. In the blackness beyond, the form of a witch takes shape, as Sayaka's body falls lifelessly to the ground.

Out from the shadows between dimensions, dancing familiars have come to play.

Edited 2017-03-02 03:28 (UTC)

Maybe this was, all just a bad dream.

There's the slightest of pauses after everything shatters, including her friend.

A red gem appears and her transformation is a quick one. Dashing over to stand sentinel over the still form of the blue haired girl, the modules of her lance unfurl in a predatory fashion.

"What the hell did you do to her you stupid witch?!"

In the backdrop, the witch brings down a sword, as the music around them rises crescendos to life. The dancing girls begin to launch themselves at Kyoko and the fallen girl, as spinning wheels take shape and gain momentum.

A pedestal rises, revealing the mermaid tail of the witch, a siren come to drown her prey.

Not good.

Kyoko is a fierce fighter, but Sayaka is too vulnerable. A whirlwind of whip like attacks with the twirling familiars keep them at bay - but fighting in one place won't work for long.

Hands clasp together as if in prayer, a red chainlink barrier rising up from the ground between the girls and where the witch resides.

The force of the whirlwind caused Sayaka's body to turn just slightly, as her face stayed down, the weight of her head keeping it grounded as her limbs contorted strangely.

The familiars scattered wildly, putting up no fight, though they rose again with the intention to twirl close and closer, mindlessly drawn to the magical girl. As the barrier erected, Oktavia reached with an unforgiving sword to smash against it, wham, wham, wham!— as the tiny arms and legs of the dancers joined in the chorus.

Behind them, Crystallis was starting to come in more clearly, the colours and sounds returning to the world... making one wonder which place the dream may really be.

God, Sayaka...

This was no time to be cocky about her fighting abilities, dream or reality - she had to choose. Fight the witch, or get the fallen girl to safety. It was clear she would not survive both.

Kneeling down in order to lift up the dead girl, the reality of Sayaka's state hits her harder than Oktavia's sword - even as the attacks drain her magic until the barrier collapses.

A sheen of sweat plastering red bangs to her forehead, breath labored, she summons up a new curtain of red to protect them - this one weaker than the last.

Crystallis. They were happier there. Maybe if she gets the fallen magical girl there, she'll even just wake up from a nightmare!

There's a backlash that has the witch yelling something incoherent, a mixture of some animalistic cry— laced with the familiar sounds of a voice that's been lost. There's a new wave of spinning wheels, conjured in time to make it past this second wave of a barrier, though it kept the witch at bay, much to it's frustration.

More cries sounded into the night, fading as this otherworldly familiar landscape became more and more real, but haunting all the same.

And just like that, Mitakihara finally vanished, leaving the two girls in the night air, safe in the town's square.

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