239/Alcohol Therapy (Explicit Language)

Alcohol Therapy (Explicit Language)
Date of Scene:	02 August 2015
Location:	The Park
Synopsis:	Post-Witch, Mamoru and Kyouko have a discussion in the park. This scene is uncensored and includes some harsh language.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Kyouko Sakura

---

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The wreckage of finery, rainbow paint, a mask, crankiness, an unwillingness to think about the people that died because he's useless at fighting, and the mystery magical boy drips paint across the street with Kyouko and doesn't care. He's also sorting through the information overload Madoka accidentally gave him, and he REALLY doesn't care, mostly about the fact that he's wandering around in henshin. He looks like he's been tie-dyed. At least he's not also wearing the cape.

"There's one," he points to the entrance to the park, where there's a beer vending machine, and then starts fishing for his wallet.

Okay so Tuxedo Kamen is swearing under his breath now, because his wallet is full of paint.

It is evidence for how much he doesn't care right now that he ditches his henshin right there on the sidewalk, obviously hoping it'll get rid of the paint--

--but now he's a high schooler in expensive ruined clothes with paint everywhere including in his wallet, still, and now also on his glasse. "You know what," he says slowly, "/fuck/."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko is not really in any better of a mood. I mean, life has been pretty shitty for her in general since.. well, for a long time, but especially the past couple weeks. There comes a point when a girl just can't take any more, between being the subject of horrible experiments, and then being eaten by a giant monster whale.

    On top of all that she's covered head to toe in paint, and have you seen how much hair she has? All that hair is like a giant paintbrush thats been left in the can as she trudges along in the wake of hat-man. Why? Well she had been left kneeling in the middle of the street, covered in multihued paint, while Homura had dashed off with Madoka and Mami, kind soul that she was, was seeing to other matters. Not like she had anywhere else to be.

    "Shut up," Kyouko mutters, walking back the de-henshined boy as he curses about the persistant paint. "I don't even have running water." She walks up to the vending machine. And she punches it. Still in henshin, her fist goes right through the glass, shattering it into a million pieces.

    Kyouko pulls it back out, clutching a can. She throws it to Mamoru. Then she grabs a bottle for herself.

    And opens it on her one protruding fang like it was a bottle opener. Pssssh, clink.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"You can borrow my shower," Mamoru says exasperatedly, popping open his own can and taking a swig, then reaching in the machine and getting another -- a different one -- for after. He tries to put it in his pocket, only to discover that the book he'd been reading before he got the call from Madoka is in there. Along with a lot of paint.

Teeth grind.

"What the hell did you do to Madoka-chan, anyway? She was terrified when I came to pick her up. She's not magic, why give her trouble when she doesn't make it for you?" he asks, aggravated at everything including Kyouko, but she's handiest.

But he thinks about the things in Madoka's head, the things that happened-- did they happen? Did they happen any more than his dreams did? Any less? It's not his call, nor is it his business. All the familiar faces--

"Ugh nevermind. Are you okay? I mean you got eaten by a whaleshark, so probably not, but are you hurt?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "What?" Kyouko has drained half the bottle in a single swig, and she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth as she gives Mamoru a look. "I'm not gonna use your shower dude, what are you, some kind of perv? I'll just go jump in the river." The scary thing is she means this literally.

    Then he starts giving her shit about Madoka, so Kyouko steps over, each step a paint-filled squelch, scowling. She points her finger at him, the hand not holding the beer bottle. "Listen dude, until you have one fucking clue about the contents of my life, step the fuck off, because I've had it rough recently and the last thing I need is shit from you." Poor Kyouko is pretty frustrated with life, too.

    "I didn't hurt her, alright? I just need to get Akemi-san off of my back so I can murder Miss White, and she's the best way to do that. Little princess needs to grow a spine anyway," and here she makes her voice all high-pitched and derpy, clearly mocking Madoka, "waahh, I live a happy life with my family and don't have to fight monsters or be experimented on by crazy mad scientist bitches, wahh". She spits to the side. "Some people don't know how good they got it.

    She tips back the rest of the beer, draining the bottle, then throws it as hard as she can against the side of a tree where it explodes into fragments before going back for another one. "I'm fine. As fine as I can be after the fucking shitshow my life has been the past two weeks." She hesitates a moment, then adds in a much more moderate tone, "Thanks for asking." That sounds sincere at least.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"God, that'll teach /me/ to be nice," Mamoru says at the first, rolling his eyes and then drinking some more of the can. Except then she steps him and gets up in his grill, and his eyebrows lift. He doesn't back away -- there are a million things he could say, a million things he might still say, but right this second? He's listening. And he's frowning. He should probably be intimidated, but let's be real he's not even intimidated by swords through his chest so.

When Kyouko's finished, he waves a hand around. "You're welcome. Leaving aside any arguments I might have about Madoka herself, and in the knowledge that you're more or less okay-- what's this about Miss White and experimented on by mad scientists? Because I don't care who of you fights whom to get whatever, a fight is a fight, that's none of my business. I was going to come back and scrape whichever of you lost off the ground and take you to the magic vigilante hospital, but you were both gone by the time I got back..."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko pops open the second bottle with her fang again, because that's cool as hell. Then she takes another drink from it, sitting down on a convinient park bench to pull off one of her boots and turn it upside down, dumping a bunch of paint out onto the ground. Her fist clenches at mention of Miss White, and she glares across at Mamoru, although he can tell that the glare is not for him, but for the absent WPS head.

    "That bitch dragged me down to her fucking torture dungeon. Kept me locked up for a week, cut me up, shot me full of who knows what, used me a fucking guinea pig." She visibly shudders the experience clearly still disturbing for her. It's only been a few days since she escaped, it'll probably haunt her a lot longer than that. "Claims to be looking for some 'long-term solution' to the Puella's problems. Bullshit. People like to complain but the truth is life sucks for everybody. The sooner you sack up and get the fuck on with it, the better off you'll be."

    She pulls off the other boot, draining it similarly. "But that Akemi-san grinds my fucking gears the most, because she's working for Miss White and she didn't lift a damn finger to help me. She came into my cell and taunted me for god's sake. I had to ask /Mami/ for help! Mami!" She laughs, a little bit of a deranged edge to it. "This is what my life has come to. Me, Kyouko Sakura, the Terror of Kazamino, crawling back to my old partner like a whipped bitch because I couldn't handle my own shit. Goddamn."

    She drains the second bottle and throws it against the side of the vending machine with a crash.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru is literally speechless.

He just stares at Kyouko for a long moment, tense as a strung wire, knuckles going white on his can of beer.

"Kuso," he grits out, then drains the rest of it and forcibly calmly walks over to put it in the recycle bin next to the ruined vending machine. Then he stands there staring at the bin for a moment.

Finally, he glances up and to the side at Kyouko again and asks, voice very low, "Please do me a favor and don't target Madoka again. None of this is her fault. But I've obviously been kept significantly in the dark, and I'm sorry I didn't ask after you sooner. I didn't think-- I didn't think Miss White was capable of that. Nor Akemi-san of standing by, or of--"

He's still having trouble picturing it. Kyouko hadn't gone after Madoka before then; she hadn't had TIME to, the girl'd only been in the country so long-- why would Homura have such a grudge? And the things she asked Madoka today in the fight-- as if making up with Kyouko was something she could just decide to do?

"--TAUNTING you, for GODsake. Look. How do people get in touch with you? How can I get in touch with you?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko is already grabbing another beer out of the machine. She goes for a can this time because no matter how cool it is to open beer bottles with your fangs, variety is the spice of life. She snorts a little bit at Mamoru's apology. "Look dude, I don't even know you. You have no responsibility to ask after me. I sure as hell wouldn't ask after you, cause like I said, I really don't even know who you are, 'cept for some dude who runs around in a fancy suit helping hot chicks. I should be happy I guess, this means I make the grade right?" She holds her arms out, sticky and multicolored and looking like she just came from the best rave or the worst art class.

    She drinks from the can, walking back over to the bench and sitting down on it, stretching one leg out along it and contemplatively looking off into the dark, away from Mamoru. "Look, I dunno what your world is like. I mean, obviously you do some kinda magic shit too, and that's great, but it's clear you're no Puella. The world we live in is a tough one, and that suits me just fine."

    "I can't promise I won't target Madoka again, because in the end I need to look out for myself, and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure I live for a long time yet." She looks back over at Mamoru, quirking her lips to the side sardonically. "But clearly I'm a shitty kidnapper, so I won't be trying that again. I was never gonna hurt her anyway. And if I do somethin' you don't like, I formally give you permission to kick my ass." She laughs again. "If you can. But I won't hold a grudge over it. You gave me fair warning and all."

    At the question on how to get in touch with her, she just shrugs. "I'm around. Usually people don't wanna get in touch with me." It's.. kinda sad actually, but true, for the most part.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru's appetite for beer is kind of blown. Honestly he actually understands why vodka, now. But it's both a terrible idea and not really an option anyway, and his stomach's sour from the new information, tangible real awful things about people he likes. The extra can just sort of hangs out in his painty pocket.

"I'm not going to pretend I understand what you have to deal with," he finally says, flatly. "To be honest, I'm probably everything you hold in contempt."

Finally he looks away again, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "I just try to make things suck less for other people while I chase a literal dream. And I get thrown through a meat grinder a lot in the process, generally. No, I can't kick your ass. I'm not much of a fighter, I'm just good at keeping other people alive."

A beat, an internal countdown. 'Around'. "I'd like a way to get in touch with you. I guess for now that'll be Mami." There's an awkward pause. "I have to go make some calls. I know you'll be all right, but-- you will, right?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko shrugs. "Nah dude, I mean, you came here and drank a beer with me. I can't hold you in contempt after that." She holds up the now-empty can in mock salute, then tosses it into a nearby recycling can with uncanny preision. Gotta watch out for the planet, after all.

    She listens to the Mamoru Mission Statement, and shakes her head. "Well, I'd tell you you're a fucking lunatic wasting your time, but I don't think you'd listen to me any more than I'd listen to you if you told me I should start being a Grief Seed charity, so I don't bother. What you do is really no concern of mine, and honestly, I like being kept alive."

    She shrugs again at his final words. "Mami can usually find me, yeah. Although why you'd want to, I have yet to really understand. I'll be fine." She waves her hand in dismissal, turning to look away from him again. "Get the fuck out of here."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There is at least a snort of laughter at Kyouko's farewell, somewhere in the dark behind her, where Mamoru's leaving. Then henshin or no henshin, he's just gone.