Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mami's footsteps against the stairs leading up to Homura's apartment resounded throughout the stairwell, the sound reverberating off the bare, concrete walls. Her right hand firmly grasped the handle rail, while her eyes trailed upward to the third story floor where Homura took up residence. Unlike many of the other magical girls around the city, Homura made no effort to live close to any of the others, as her independence influenced her choice in living accommodations as much as any other part of her life. A brisk wind tugged at Mami's clothes, a subtle reminder of her own vulnerability. Approaching Homura's door, Mami reached out and rapped on the hard metal surface. For some time, the raven-haired girl gave no reply, but this hardly surprised Mami as Homura would likely spend the time to carefully store away whatever weapon she happened to be working on at the moment before answering the door. She clasped her hands together calmly while she waited, but just as she allowed herself to relax the sound of footsteps alerted her to another presence. Mami turned and gazed downward in the direction of the gentle steps, as a single figure walked on the sidewalk that ran alongside Homura's apartment. The first thing she noticed about her was the distinctive aura of innocence and purity that the young woman exuded, her pink hair and petite frame only adding to this potent image. Mami did not recognize the girl, but there was something unique about her which drew out a feeling of regret that her current position on the third floor made it quite impossible for Mami to casually strike up a conversation with her. The encounter ended as abruptly as it had begun, as the pink-haired girl turned the corner toward the local supermarket. Mami rarely took much notice of ordinary people, a fact which made her wonder if there was something unique about this girl... Perhaps they had met in a previous life? Mami shook her head and turned back toward the still-closed door to Homura's apartment. Something like that could not possibly be true, right? ---------------------------------------------------- Ow! Sakaya bent forward slightly from the sharp sting of the blow which landed firmly on the back of her head. Even with Sayaka's impressive regenerative abilities and the natural dulling of pain from being a magical girl, Kyoko's throw still drew a reasonable amount of pain. She turned around quickly, eyebrows slightly furrowed with annoyance, seeking to discover who had so rudely drawn her attention. The bluenette took half a step back upon recognizing Kyoko's distinctive appearance. Although she had no intentions of abandoning her iron-clad ideals, sparking another battle between herself and Kyoko, especially when the difference between their respective powers had become painfully clear the last time they fought, held little appeal. You know, there are better ways to get someone's attention than chucking a rock at their heads, Sayaka remarked, placing her hand onto her hip as she shifted her weight slightly to the right, Thanks for the advice, but I'm going to live true to my beliefs, no matter what the cost. The swordswoman smiled, her self-justification clear to all those present, What are you doing around here, Kyoko? I thought you spent most of your time with Mami up in your penthouse.