Maiya Hisau (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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genessia2019-01-16 09:39 pm
merelyatool) wrote in genessia2019-01-16 09:39 pm
[text&action]
I. Text
[ 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. ]
hanged man
[ 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. ]
II. Action (Genessia City)
[ 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. ]
III. Text (Anonymous)
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
hanged man
[ 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. ]
II. Action (Genessia City)
[ 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. ]
III. Text (Anonymous)
[ 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. ]
[Non-anon text]
It's actually been quite a while since the last person on the comms had brought up this subject. So she's not as nearly annoyed about it as she could be. Noah decided to breach her self-imposed bunny seclusion and answer this anon. ]
It happens. You're not unique.
[anon text]
The talk of kidnapping was confusing for someone in my circumstance.
[not anon text]
You're not a ghost, are you? [ Asks the solid spirit. ]
[anon text]
Only in a metaphorical sense.
Re: [anon text]
Ah, that reminds me of the good old days.
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...though nowadays, I have so much magic that my body is physical anyway, so it doesn't make much of a difference.
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I see. You must be a very powerful spirit.
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[ Maiya might feel the pure arrogance coming from that statement. At least would have if she didn't add the following a few moments later. ]
...well, that's what I would say when I first got here, but most unfortunately there are always bigger fish.
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Judging by your message, you haven't been here long. Find employment yet?
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I've already met up with someone I know. He wants to look into something for me. Did you have another suggestion?
[ She doesn't know how she should describe her relationship to Kiritsugu now. In the end, she decides it doesn't matter what she tells this stranger, but she still finds herself mulling over the issue in the back of her mind. ]
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How well do you get along with bunnies?
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We do need a Barista though.
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I'll keep that in mind.