佐倉 杏子 ✝ kyōko sakura. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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exsilium2013-04-01 04:09 pm
invocation) wrote in exsilium2013-04-01 04:09 pm
Entry tags:
- erza scarlet (fairy tail),
- kaworu nagisa (evangelion),
- kyouko sakura (madoka magica),
- nanami kiryuu (rgu),
- nill (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- riku (kingdom hearts),
- sayaka miki (madoka magica),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- ✝ alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- ✝ anna kushina (k),
- ✝ kratos aurion [tales of symphonia],
- ✝ lacie baskerville [pandora hearts],
- ✝ sansa stark (asoiaf)
(two.) | video.
[It's rare that she addresses the network at large, but today, Kyouko is perched on a far-off rooftop. The remains of the domed ceiling and the slightly bent, scorched cross atop it suggest that this place, wherever it is, used to be a church.
She is dressed as a Puella Magi for this, and with a care that belies her usual behavior, wraps the chains of her separated spear around the bent cross, and begins to pull, slowly. The comm device catches bits and pieces of this work — her boots, the strain and squeaking of old metal and wood. Eventually the cross is righted as much as it can be without tipping over and crashing to the ground below, and apparently satisfied, she leans against it, unwraps a candy bar, and places her comm device in her lap, staring down at the screen.]
[She turns away a little, and speaks in a contemplative tone of voice.] Y'know, the people who live here have hard lives.
[She takes a bite out of her candy bar, and continues to speak. Seems she's in an introspective mood.] Not you guys, [rude.] the people who lived here before we got here. When those bombs hit, a buncha of these buildings didn't make it. A lot of the people didn't either.
[A grin, but there's little humor to be found in it.] Heh, and this place is still here. It's a dump, but people come in here anyway. There's no priest and no books, but they leave junk here at the altars, even though the rain leaks through. They bury people without givin' 'em their rites. [...] I wonder if they even remember 'em. Betcha they don't, huh?
[She continues to chew.] I got here almost a year ago, and this building's still the same as the first time I saw it. I used to think nobody gave a damn about it, but I see them coming in and out of here all the time. An' even after the bombs, and what just happened, they always smile at you when you walk by. People give me stuff for no reason. I used to think that kinda attitude was stupid. Who smiles in a shitty place like this? Why give a buncha strangers anything? It's better to just care about yourself. They'd live better lives if they did.
[The wind is soft. Still. Kyouko's expression appears to close off, becomes difficult to read.]
Maybe. I don't know what I think now.
She is dressed as a Puella Magi for this, and with a care that belies her usual behavior, wraps the chains of her separated spear around the bent cross, and begins to pull, slowly. The comm device catches bits and pieces of this work — her boots, the strain and squeaking of old metal and wood. Eventually the cross is righted as much as it can be without tipping over and crashing to the ground below, and apparently satisfied, she leans against it, unwraps a candy bar, and places her comm device in her lap, staring down at the screen.]
[She turns away a little, and speaks in a contemplative tone of voice.] Y'know, the people who live here have hard lives.
[She takes a bite out of her candy bar, and continues to speak. Seems she's in an introspective mood.] Not you guys, [rude.] the people who lived here before we got here. When those bombs hit, a buncha of these buildings didn't make it. A lot of the people didn't either.
[A grin, but there's little humor to be found in it.] Heh, and this place is still here. It's a dump, but people come in here anyway. There's no priest and no books, but they leave junk here at the altars, even though the rain leaks through. They bury people without givin' 'em their rites. [...] I wonder if they even remember 'em. Betcha they don't, huh?
[She continues to chew.] I got here almost a year ago, and this building's still the same as the first time I saw it. I used to think nobody gave a damn about it, but I see them coming in and out of here all the time. An' even after the bombs, and what just happened, they always smile at you when you walk by. People give me stuff for no reason. I used to think that kinda attitude was stupid. Who smiles in a shitty place like this? Why give a buncha strangers anything? It's better to just care about yourself. They'd live better lives if they did.
[The wind is soft. Still. Kyouko's expression appears to close off, becomes difficult to read.]
Maybe. I don't know what I think now.
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It's like you said, they've been here longer than we have. They've likely accepted that if every person fended for themselves no one would survive for very long in the end.
I don't think it's so odd that people come together to help one another when things are bad for everyone.
[She isn't completely oblivious to Kyouko's demeanor though.]
This seems to be be weighing on your mind quite a bit.
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[said bluntly.] In the end, it didn't do him any good.
Sorry for the slow!
... I see. My condolences.
[It felt empty to say those words even if she meant them. After a moment of silence, Erza manages to collect her thoughts.]
Pardon my impertinence, but if helping others brought such misery to the man, why did he continue to do it?