Baroque
Medi Aide, Whom Needed That
- Location
- Cosmic Ark, WIZ Faction
I'm not sure if this is any good, but this omake sprung from reading that.
The liquid in the glass began to bubble, foam, and then visibly darken around the Soul Gem, leading Sabrina to quickly yank the red gem out of it only to find it completely crystal-clear . . . only for it to darken again somewhat, and then practically belch the blackness out of itself in a syrupy ichor that the white-haired girl was loathe to manipulate any further than the nearest trashcan.
Let Kyubey sort through it if he must, she wasn't touching it any more than she already had.
Kyouko, on the other hand, had on her face something between a lopsided grin and a disapproving frown.
"D-dammit . . . a waste ovva-- of a drink. Or issit? Or . . . or . . . " The redhead's expression took a turn for the inquisitive as she began to ponder whether it'd been wasted or not given the buzz she was feeling, swaying as Yuma took advantage of her distraction to pour the vile mixture into the same bin. Finally, she settled on quiet dismay as she realized just what she'd done, looking at the green-haired girl.
Before she could stammer out a 'What have I done?', however, Yuma quickly latched onto her side in a hug. "B-but--"
"You're not mad, are you?" Yuma asked, the whole tableau beginning to make Sabrina feel extremely guilty about suggesting this in the first place.
"N-no! Not inna mil-- milli--" Kyouko's tongue refused to work for a moment before she returned the hug in force with a "never, Yuma!"
"Then it's okay, big sis." The younger girl patted the older on the back. "It's okay."
The sobbing continued for a moment, before both turned their attention to the horrid puddle of goop surrounding the red Soul Gem on the table.
"Issat . . . "
Sabrina just apologized profusely for getting them involved in this and started levitating the slop over to the same wastebin as before, focusing her attempts on making sure it didn't touch anything else.
" . . . Sabrina you . . . yousonovabitch."
A wince, and a pause as though waiting for the inevitable spear to the skull, before howling laughter broke the pants-wearing girl's guard.
Sabrina looked up to see Kyouko, Yuma under one arm, swinging around a floor-to-ceiling spear in full Magical Girl garb before an illusory Kyouko grabbed her in a headlock and started giving her a debate-halting noogie.
"You broke my Gem in THE BESHT WAY you sonovabitch!"
Sure enough, with each iota of magic spent, the Grief from it spurted out of the Gem in a horrible little fountain, almost faster than Sabrina could shovel into the bin.
"Yuma isn't sure this is a good ideaaaaa . . . "
Neither was Sabrina, but at least it would gobsmack some of the internal bickering into silence for a while.
They'd all pay for it later, but tonight would go down in history as Drunk SCIENCE! Night.
Let Kyubey sort through it if he must, she wasn't touching it any more than she already had.
Kyouko, on the other hand, had on her face something between a lopsided grin and a disapproving frown.
"D-dammit . . . a waste ovva-- of a drink. Or issit? Or . . . or . . . " The redhead's expression took a turn for the inquisitive as she began to ponder whether it'd been wasted or not given the buzz she was feeling, swaying as Yuma took advantage of her distraction to pour the vile mixture into the same bin. Finally, she settled on quiet dismay as she realized just what she'd done, looking at the green-haired girl.
Before she could stammer out a 'What have I done?', however, Yuma quickly latched onto her side in a hug. "B-but--"
"You're not mad, are you?" Yuma asked, the whole tableau beginning to make Sabrina feel extremely guilty about suggesting this in the first place.
"N-no! Not inna mil-- milli--" Kyouko's tongue refused to work for a moment before she returned the hug in force with a "never, Yuma!"
"Then it's okay, big sis." The younger girl patted the older on the back. "It's okay."
The sobbing continued for a moment, before both turned their attention to the horrid puddle of goop surrounding the red Soul Gem on the table.
"Issat . . . "
Sabrina just apologized profusely for getting them involved in this and started levitating the slop over to the same wastebin as before, focusing her attempts on making sure it didn't touch anything else.
" . . . Sabrina you . . . yousonovabitch."
A wince, and a pause as though waiting for the inevitable spear to the skull, before howling laughter broke the pants-wearing girl's guard.
Sabrina looked up to see Kyouko, Yuma under one arm, swinging around a floor-to-ceiling spear in full Magical Girl garb before an illusory Kyouko grabbed her in a headlock and started giving her a debate-halting noogie.
"You broke my Gem in THE BESHT WAY you sonovabitch!"
Sure enough, with each iota of magic spent, the Grief from it spurted out of the Gem in a horrible little fountain, almost faster than Sabrina could shovel into the bin.
"Yuma isn't sure this is a good ideaaaaa . . . "
Neither was Sabrina, but at least it would gobsmack some of the internal bickering into silence for a while.
They'd all pay for it later, but tonight would go down in history as Drunk SCIENCE! Night.