genessia | [text&action]

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[ The situation is overwhelming. Maiya had never expected to wake up again, never mind in such a foreign environment. As surreal as the space around her was, she would have nearly thought this were an afterlife she had never considered—at least, until she finds the pamphlet. Her situation may have seemed fantastical, but the wad of cash tucked inside and the note telling her to get a job were anything but. The hologram waiting for her seems to confirm that thought, but it does little to clarify that matter of how she could be here.

Left in a completely unknown, impossible situation, she has nothing to fall back on but the most basic impulse engrained in her: she has to contact Kiritsugu. There's no reason to imagine he'd be here as well, or able to see whatever message she sends out, but she can see no other first step but to try. They already have a code for situations not unlike this one, should one of them ever be captured and unsure of their location. ]

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[ There is one thing she doesn't mind about her situation. Text communication can't give an unwanted listener clues about her location the way radio can. ]

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[ Maiya doesn't wait for an answer after sending that message. She's still moving on instinct, and her instincts say she needs a change of clothes. Part of that is an irrational impulse born of her last memories, telling her that her position has been compromised and that she needs an outfit not immediately recognizable by her enemies. And, part of that is because her clothes are covered in blood.

So, if you're lucky enough to have chosen this particular day to shop for clothes in Genessia City, you may find yourself approached by a serious-looking woman dressed in equally serious-looking clothes, her face utterly stoic despite her jacket being stiff with her own blood. ]

Pardon me. Do you know much about what's in-fashion here?

[ She needs to look unremarkable, okay.

Later in the day, once she has something new to wear, you might encounter her stuffing her bloody clothes in a public trashcan. Because that's normal. ]

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[ It isn't until she's had some time to process her situation that she tries to address the general population of of Genessia. There's much she needs to come to terms with, but— ]

Is there anyone who remembers dying before arriving to this place?

[ That's the subject that weighs most heavily on her mind. She still isn't sure what to make of the discrepancy between her own experience and the language of kidnapping. But, maybe those who have been here longer can lay her thoughts to rest. ]

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( When the message ficks onto his screen, he's aware of its meaning in almost an instant. Hanged man. No, this couldn't be possible. But it was. He was always aware of that, realistically. Still, for Maiya to arrive-- to be within his reach, was not something he felt he ought to have. Not again. It's all visceral. The burning sensation in his lungs, the feeling of his heart plummeting into his stomach.

She had fulfilled her obligations to him, but she was here. )

Maiya, do you know your location?

( That's it. No explanation or sentiment, but a mere acknowledgement. She was here. )

[ By the time she sees Kiritsugu's answer, she's already sitting inside a storefront a few blocks from her starting point. For her, it's completely unexpected, a miracle barely within the realm of possibility—but there's no one else that would know the answer to her cryptic message, no one else the person on the other end of the line could be. Her smart phone nearly slips from her fingers for just a second, but she isn't quite that clumsy, and she catches herself. ]

I've stopped inside a boutique on Iris Avenue.

[ For a second, there's almost relief—but then she thinks, if Kiritsugu is here, that's a greater problem than if she'd found herself alone. ]

( That's enough for him, he thinks. Enough to know she's well and managing herself, familiarizing herself with the city, and trying not to dwell on the events that transpired before his own arrival. The brush her hand against his cheek, her fingers tracing away his tears. It was nearly enough to bring him back to that day as he reread the text on his phone.

He couldn't, though. If for no other reason, to keep Maiya from chastising him. )

I'll come to retreive you.

( He's perfectly fine, Maiya!! Can't she tell??? )

I'll wait for you outside.

[ This is the natural way of things. In another circumstance, she would think nothing of his answer at all. But, as things are now... She can't read a text message the way she can even the subtlest expressions on his face. She's left to her own memory of his tears, and the question of what her presence could mean for his resolve.

But, that will be resolved soon enough.

She places the item she'd been looking at back on the rack and steps outside. Already changed out of her bloody clothes, she looks remarkably mundane, as if she were any normal woman waiting to meet any normal friend. The only thing that gives her away is the tension in her posture, and the alertness in her eyes. ]

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