Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Homura's apartment was part of a larger complex, a cessation from the girl to utilitarianism and practicality. While Kyoko indulged in the good life, it seemed the raven haired girl was apathetic to the wealth and influence she had to bear, or just plain indifferent, like it didn't matter in the slightest. Anything past her base needs was just extraneous clutter, at least as far as anyone could tell from looking at her. And in spite of that, she was efficient, effective, and deadly, with temporal magic that made her second to none on the battlefield, as well as capable of carrying around an arsenal of weaponry that could fight a small army by herself. Impressive, to say the least. And at the moment she was indeed home, tending to her weapons while also checking to make sure the information she had listed down about every magical girl in the city, their strength and weaknesses, was up to date, in companion to a map she had floating on a holographic panel that detailed where each of them operated. It was part of her job, and one she did well. It was one she had to do well, not simply because it was her responsibility, but because to do it herself meant others wouldn't have to. Others like.... Tearing herself away form those thoughts, she resumed working, disassembling each gun and giving it a thorough cleaning before putting it back together again. Without offensive magic these weapons were her life in a fight, it wouldn't do to have them jam or break when she needed them most. Her magic gave her an advantage, but without these weapons she had no way to use it. And with her, Mami, and Kyoko, they made a deadly effective trio. She just had to make sure nothing happened to said trio, and that meant being the best at what she did. So as Mami headed towards her apartment, she prepared, for whatever eventuality may arise. --------------------------------------------------------------- Moving along towards the arcade, Kyoko was beginning to calm down, looking forward to an afternoon of DDR and FPS games, her two staples when she went around this place. A tad unfair given her superior reflexes and speed, but that was hardly her fault. It wasn't like they made video games with magical girls in mind, and it did provide a nice distraction, as well as training for fights, such as it was. A pity she had to solo this most of the time, but that was the price one paid, and it was a burden she would gladly accept for all the benefits it provided. Then she saw a flash of blue, and eyes widened as she moved to get a better look. Oh great, it was Sayaka after all. So, the magical girl could apparently tell when she was being talked about. Superb. Well, on the plus side, she wasn't looking at Kyoko yet, so that provided some opportunities. Specifically, this one, as the redhead bent down to retrieve a small stone from where it rested next to one of those trees that lined the street for decoration. Taking a few steps forward then, she chucked it, a whizzing shot headed straight for the back of Sayaka's head, though it's size meant it wouldn't do much damage even if she didn't have healing magic. Oy, baka, Kyoko called as she approached. Hows that truth and justice crap going for yah? I hope you're not wasting your time with familiars when you should be going after witches. She had a confident grin, remembering how the last fight they had had went down, and she was sure that if Sayaka made a move, she'd be able to kick her butt again. And hopefully she didn't have to remind her of that fact.