"Tch-" As if she'd give Sayaka the satisfaction, the red clad devil rises to her feet with ease. Magic, now that was something she could handle. It was in her title. Her cocky self assured demeanor is back to full voltage.
"Of course I do." Raising a hand up to her hair, Kyoko twists the locks around into a rope. Her modular weapon detaches, the sharp head hoovering like an impatient cobra before darting forwards and slicing off a precise length. Returning it with uncanny precision to where she used to wear it, hands pull the hair back up. It's still filthy, some of the mud splatter on her cheek has dried -- she doesn't seem bothered by it, never moving to wipe it away.
It looks like the lancer is about to say something at Ace's insistence on scouting, but he's already gone, instead Kyoko's laughter follows after her former housemate when he majestically flys away.
She looks and sounds bored at his revelation, "So?"
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"Of course I do." Raising a hand up to her hair, Kyoko twists the locks around into a rope. Her modular weapon detaches, the sharp head hoovering like an impatient cobra before darting forwards and slicing off a precise length. Returning it with uncanny precision to where she used to wear it, hands pull the hair back up. It's still filthy, some of the mud splatter on her cheek has dried -- she doesn't seem bothered by it, never moving to wipe it away.
It looks like the lancer is about to say something at Ace's insistence on scouting, but he's already gone, instead Kyoko's laughter follows after her former housemate when he majestically flys away.
She looks and sounds bored at his revelation, "So?"