Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Goodbye, Kyoko-san, Mami waved back at Kyoko, watching her until she turned a corner and vanished from her field of vision, Have fun... Mami's hand remained held up for a moment, her fingertips slowly dipping toward her palm. Her eyes gazed toward the empty sidewalk before her, the void and emptiness within herself once again making itself known as a sigh escaped her lips. Mami withdrew her left hand, clasping it tightly above her heart while closing her eyes briefly as she collected herself. While when Kyoko remained at hand she could deceive herself into believing that they understood and trusted each other to a familiar degree, the reality of her situation returned with a vengeance every time they parted ways. This particular instance was no exception to this hard-fast rule. When Mami opened her eyes once again, she looked up toward the midday sun, the warmth but a vague, distant sensation upon her face. Much like their discussion with Yamikawa, the sun itself seemed to make a mockery of friendliness and familiarity toward the magical girl, as even the pleasantness of the day itself failed to elicit any joy or warmth from within her heart. Much like her soul locked away in her Soul Gem, Mami had locked away her own heart as well out of necessity, to steel her emotions against the constant threat of despair that every magical girl had to contend against on a nearly daily basis... The isolation never felt quite so apparent as when she parted ways with someone she wished she could call a friend. Homura spent most of her daytime hours in her apartment tending to her weapons arsenal, so it would be a simple matter to meet with up with her, but even so Mami felt reluctant to make her way over to pay Homura a visit. While few other magical girls under her jurisdiction were as precise and trustworthy, her obsessive dedication to her goals unsettled her, as her blindness to all other interests made her unconcerned with collateral damage. Mami's shoulders sloped downward ever so slightly as she turned her own way, taking a route opposite of Kyoko's toward Homura's apartment. --------------------------------------------------------------- Sayaka Miki, the least-experienced out of all the magical girls under Kyoko and Mami's jurisdiction, strode about the city boldly, her cape billowing out behind her in a flamboyant manner. As a self-declared champion of justice, she took it upon herself to survey the city during the daytime hours, ensuring that things remained orderly, while during the night she threw herself wholeheartedly into combating the witches, seeking to both improve herself as well as meet her grief seed quota given to Mami and Kyoko as tribute at the end of the month. She knew full well that she had a long way to go in order to realize her goals, that of revising the social structure Mami and Kyoko had imposed upon the city by working her way up through the magical girl ranks until it was she who made the decisions, working through the established system rather than fighting against it directly. What she did not realize, however, is that she had unwisely wandered into Kyoko's familiar territory, in particular the street that led toward her favorite arcade.