Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Homura's attention was brought back from analytical thoughts and robotic motions by a knock on the door, leaving her to wordlessly wonder who it was as she returned her currently present arsenal to her buckler. She could have stopped time and done it, saving some time for whomever was standing out there, but that would be a waste of her ability, a casual usage that could have deadly repercussions down the line, if she were to be unable to use her magic when she needed to. At last she finished and headed to the front door, glancing through the peephole to see Mami waiting there patiently. First the deadbolt was opened, then the latch, before Homura was able to open the door. Mami, she said succinctly, stepping aside to let the older magical girl enter her apartment. The inside was as representative as the outside, not a lot of extraneous furniture, a kitchen that one would hardly call well stocked, though that was mostly because Homura preferred quick meals with lots of energy, not a lack of ability to cook on her part. In he living room padded seats were arranged in a series of widening circles, above which hovered holographic displays, advanced technology that she had somehow been able to afford or create with her magic. It was into here Homura walked, taking a seat and looking to Mami, letting the older girl explain why she was here first, or otherwise get any comments on her living habits out of the way. ---------------------------------------------------- Kyoko did a small fist pump as the thrown rock hit right on target, bouncing off the back of Sayaka's skull, which must have hurt given that she didn't have anything inside there in the first place. Naturally, the blunette looked to find her assailant, and Kyoko stepped forward with a grin, hands resting in her pockets and exuding self confidence. Intimidation successful at that, given her reaction. Well, besides the outrage. But that wasn't too important. Yeah, but they aren't as fun, she replied as she came to a rest, a suitable distance between them. That next bit made her frown in a scowl though. Honestly, how much more self righteous could you get? It reminded Kyoko of a younger time, a happier time. But that wasn't the way the world worked, she knew that now. This wasn't some stupid manga where the good guys always prevailed by force of will, no matter the odds. Strength was the only thing that mattered in this world. If that baka wanted to cling to her principles that badly, then she would be the only one responsible when they took her down. It's sentimental stuff like that that's gonna get you killed someday, she said, arms folded now. And when it does, I hope I'm there to see it. She was the one in charge, but luckily for Sayaka she was willing to put up with the junk her head was filled with so long as it didn't give her any ideas. This was Kyoko's city, and she'd fight to keep it that way. Asked about her presence, Kyoko was quick to respond. Official business. Nothing you'd need to concern your pretty little head with. She then gave Sayaka a devious grin, figuring she might as well get some enjoyment out of this encounter. So, how's that boy of yours doing? Still not gonna take me up on my offer to rough him up a bit for you? It'd take all of five minutes, promise.