Kyoko might have made a bit of a scene today as she tried to stop Mami from leaving.
She might have spent the time on the platform searching the crowd for her, even if, deep down, she knew she wouldn't find her.
She might have stayed out there on the platform until the second horn sounded. And when it did --
When it did, she got back on the train. She stood with her back against the door, fists buried deep in her Ravager coat's pockets, head bowed, her bangs hanging over her eyes. Until, eventually and suddenly, she moves: slamming her fist against the wall beside her, and then stalking off down the passageway.
Kyoko heads straight to the gym. She's simmering with restless, frustrated energy, and she can't tolerate the idea of sitting still anywhere right now. All around her, train life goes on as normal. Newcomers being greeted, friends calling out to each other, making food for one other, finding ways to pass the time. And she can't stomach it right now. She can't.
Part of her wants to pick a fight with someone -- a real fight, not just an argument. But at the same time, she doesn't want to talk to anyone. Doesn't want to be around anyone. She could go hole up in her bunk, but she's afraid of being left alone with her thoughts even more.
If we're supposed to go on like normal, then fine. That's what I'll do.
Once arrived in the gym and securing a space for herself, Kyoko throws herself into her personal training. Uses her illusion magic to create a duplicate of herself to spar against. Long spears clash, sometimes breaking down into chains to catch the other in a trap. But every time one gets the chance to strike home, do some real damage, they stop. Reset. Start again.
It isn't until one of the Kyokos gets knocked into someone else's practice space that they stop. The one furthest away fizzles out, the magic dismissed, as the one who is now in another person's space -- your space -- picks herself up off the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't brace for that hit as good as I thought I did."
Eventually, she gets hungry. Of course she does. Sometimes, she thinks there's a part of her that will always be hungry, no matter how much or how often she eats. This is one of those times. But besides that, she was just off training. All that exercise put a dent in her energy reserves -- magical and physical, both. It's only natural she'd get hungry.
But as she meanders around the dining and kitchen cars, trying to think of what she wants to eat... She runs into a problem.
Around this time, normally, she'd be eating Mami's cooking. And what she wants most, more than anything else in the whole world right now... is to eat Mami's cooking.
It makes her feel like a little kid again, because there's a part of her that wants to throw a tantrum about it. I want Mami's cooking, or else! Except that "or else" wouldn't really get her anywhere. She isn't about to refuse to eat at all unless it's something Mami made for her. And who exactly would she make empty threats to? There's nothing to do but suck it up and figure something out.
Her mood is low, low, visibly low in the sag of her shoulders and the furrow of her brow. She ends up digging up some bread and cheese out of storage. She drops her ingredients on the little counter next to her stove, which happens to be next to an occupied one. She glances over at the person cooking next to her, and... before she even sets a pan on hers, she's leaning over into their space to take a look.
"Hey... What are you making?" There's distinctly less energy in her voice, making it fall flat and sound almost disinterested.
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platform / exposition
She might have spent the time on the platform searching the crowd for her, even if, deep down, she knew she wouldn't find her.
She might have stayed out there on the platform until the second horn sounded. And when it did --
When it did, she got back on the train. She stood with her back against the door, fists buried deep in her Ravager coat's pockets, head bowed, her bangs hanging over her eyes. Until, eventually and suddenly, she moves: slamming her fist against the wall beside her, and then stalking off down the passageway.
gym
Part of her wants to pick a fight with someone -- a real fight, not just an argument. But at the same time, she doesn't want to talk to anyone. Doesn't want to be around anyone. She could go hole up in her bunk, but she's afraid of being left alone with her thoughts even more.
If we're supposed to go on like normal, then fine. That's what I'll do.
Once arrived in the gym and securing a space for herself, Kyoko throws herself into her personal training. Uses her illusion magic to create a duplicate of herself to spar against. Long spears clash, sometimes breaking down into chains to catch the other in a trap. But every time one gets the chance to strike home, do some real damage, they stop. Reset. Start again.
It isn't until one of the Kyokos gets knocked into someone else's practice space that they stop. The one furthest away fizzles out, the magic dismissed, as the one who is now in another person's space -- your space -- picks herself up off the floor.
"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't brace for that hit as good as I thought I did."
kitchen / dining
But as she meanders around the dining and kitchen cars, trying to think of what she wants to eat... She runs into a problem.
Around this time, normally, she'd be eating Mami's cooking. And what she wants most, more than anything else in the whole world right now... is to eat Mami's cooking.
It makes her feel like a little kid again, because there's a part of her that wants to throw a tantrum about it. I want Mami's cooking, or else! Except that "or else" wouldn't really get her anywhere. She isn't about to refuse to eat at all unless it's something Mami made for her. And who exactly would she make empty threats to? There's nothing to do but suck it up and figure something out.
Her mood is low, low, visibly low in the sag of her shoulders and the furrow of her brow. She ends up digging up some bread and cheese out of storage. She drops her ingredients on the little counter next to her stove, which happens to be next to an occupied one. She glances over at the person cooking next to her, and... before she even sets a pan on hers, she's leaning over into their space to take a look.
"Hey... What are you making?" There's distinctly less energy in her voice, making it fall flat and sound almost disinterested.