Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyoko was certainly ready to go as Mami confirmed what she had thought, ready to head on downtown and crack as many skulls as needed until they got to the bottom of this, whether these rumors were true or not. She was impulsive, quick to act on what she wanted, and what Kyoko wanted was to skip the boring stuff and get to the action, like an adrenaline junkie watching a movie with backstory at the beginning. Definitely not for her. Then she was reminded that she still had actual work, while Mami sipped from the tea she had prepared for herself, expression souring in the process. Mami certainly knew how to play her like a fiddle, though she wouldn't admit that as she sat down with a huff, obviously not looking forward to this, and raring to get through and to the good stuff. Yeah, sure, she replied with the trace hints of anger in her tone, though whether aimed at Mami or the world in general would be impossible to tell. Taking the first of many papers, she scanned it, going for the cliff notes procedure as she worked to get done with this already. She might not enjoy it, but the blond did have a point in what it would mean if she didn't, so she ceded to that logic. Placing it down, she patted herself over before looking to Mami with a frown. Got a pen? Still hopeless in the face of bureaucracy, it seemed. --------------------------------------------------------- Together, the two magical girls walked down the streets of downtown Mitakihara, given a wide berth by whomever they passed. Their identity wasn't exactly a secret, and most people would prefer not to incur the wrath of the most powerful people in the city, so they gave them both space, lest something bad happen to them. And this Kyoko enjoyed, hell, she reveled in it, grinning though she kept from outright strutting. It was this fear she liked, this healthy respect for her power. It was a respect her father never got, but now she had it. Now she could make people listen to her, even if they didn't respect her. It was a quote she'd heard somewhere that it was better to be feared than loved, and that was definitely something she excelled at. Let them tremble, they deserved it anyway, weaklings. Her hands rested in her pockets as they moved along, Mami by her side, headed towards one of the hotter spots in the city, a club where shady folks could be found, but more of the upper class kind, the ones who wore suits and kept from doing physical violence themselves. It was always safer, since there were procedures to be followed. If they weren't then things would get painful in a hurry. Not that that was a problem for her, but then things became a hassle in terms of evicting the Yakuza. On the plus side, the place had good drinks and catchy music. Arriving in front of the club, the Thessalian Rift, Kyoko threw the door open and strode in like she owned the place, which she technically did, attracting the attention of pretty much everyone as she strode over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. Sadly, no drinks for the moment, but there would be a time for that. One of the benefits of having magic, it was harder to get drunk and quicker to recover from hangovers. I wanna talk to Yamikawa, she said up front, ready to get this thing going. The bartender looked between her, Mami, and the other patrons, and then gestured to the back wordlessly. Thanks, Kyoko said with a grin a she stood back up and moved to the indicated door, figuring Mami would follow of her own accord. Time to see what they could dig up.