Kyouko had scarcely noticed it at first -- it had been subtle, faint. Something quickly dismissed as a misheard phrase or word. Now though, it's whole sentences lost. Everything sounds like gibberish -- a heavy, oppressive wall of sound that she can't understand, no matter how hard she tries to, and it is getting worse. Even her native tongue sounds ungainly and strange to her ears, and so she's avoided the network posts for a week or so now, too disturbed by the growing symptoms to do otherwise. She prides herself on her independence, her staunch refusal to accept help, to live a selfish life, but even she has difficulty maintaining that philosophy when she can't understand anything anyone says.
She understands these Initiative folks well enough to know things were bad though, and after shaking off...whatever magic that strange, red-eyed man had cast on her (she makes a mental note, cold and calculated and ruthless, to make him pay for that later), she's been more than happy to jump into the fray, to burn off some of her frustration and helplessness due to whatever this strange illness was that had afflicted her. The rioters are numerous, they are angry...but they are disorganized, and not fighters like her. They had never been in a Witch's barrier, she thinks with arrogant pride. She had fought death every moment of her life since she'd contracted, had been in battles and seen more things than a child her age should have ever seen, and she was stronger for it.
She creates a shield to block off the first wave of rioters barreling toward her, and they bounce off hard against the glowing red ropes like so many flies. There are angry words, raised fists, and although Kyouko can't understand what the words mean, she gets the gist well enough.
"Heh! You bastards are gonna have to do better than that!"
Her moment of triumph doesn't last for long though. More rioters approach, and so Kyouko readies her spear. She'd been instructed to injure as few as she could manage, but she feels that desperate times call for desperate measures.
kyouko and mami, 6/23
Kyouko had scarcely noticed it at first -- it had been subtle, faint. Something quickly dismissed as a misheard phrase or word. Now though, it's whole sentences lost. Everything sounds like gibberish -- a heavy, oppressive wall of sound that she can't understand, no matter how hard she tries to, and it is getting worse. Even her native tongue sounds ungainly and strange to her ears, and so she's avoided the network posts for a week or so now, too disturbed by the growing symptoms to do otherwise. She prides herself on her independence, her staunch refusal to accept help, to live a selfish life, but even she has difficulty maintaining that philosophy when she can't understand anything anyone says.
She understands these Initiative folks well enough to know things were bad though, and after shaking off...whatever magic that strange, red-eyed man had cast on her (she makes a mental note, cold and calculated and ruthless, to make him pay for that later), she's been more than happy to jump into the fray, to burn off some of her frustration and helplessness due to whatever this strange illness was that had afflicted her. The rioters are numerous, they are angry...but they are disorganized, and not fighters like her. They had never been in a Witch's barrier, she thinks with arrogant pride. She had fought death every moment of her life since she'd contracted, had been in battles and seen more things than a child her age should have ever seen, and she was stronger for it.
She creates a shield to block off the first wave of rioters barreling toward her, and they bounce off hard against the glowing red ropes like so many flies. There are angry words, raised fists, and although Kyouko can't understand what the words mean, she gets the gist well enough.
"Heh! You bastards are gonna have to do better than that!"
Her moment of triumph doesn't last for long though. More rioters approach, and so Kyouko readies her spear. She'd been instructed to injure as few as she could manage, but she feels that desperate times call for desperate measures.