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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. ]
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...No. There's nothing.
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...I'll go start getting things ready right now.
[With that, he starts for the door. This is still kind of awkward...]
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His eyes focus on much of nothing, but seemingly directed towards his feet touching the floorboards. Kiritsugu might not be in the same, compromised state from before, but his thoughts could only be described as disjointed. )
Are you alright, Maiya?
( That's all he can think to say, in this moment, knowing she is not accustomed to handle him in his weaker moments, and almost inclined to offer her an apology. He doesn't, though, knowing she wouldn't care for it. )
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[ She answers him with a murmur of his name, then sidles closer, closing the small gap between them until their bodies are pressed hip-to-hip. From her new position tucked against his side, Maiya looks up at him, and when she opens her mouth next, what comes out isn't an answer to his question. ]
I asked if this is all right with you.
[ Her voice is mild—but as faint as it is, the chiding tone to her words is present, and that certainly shouldn't be lost on someone who knows her so well as Kiritsugu does. ]
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He's still not giving her direct contact, his eyes focusing instead on the wall, but his hand does remain atop hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was the most he could do without offering a straightforward apology. )
I've not been well, Maiya. ( He's not about to elaborate. ) But it is alright with me.
( His guilt for her shouldn't change his feelings on the matter. Or at least, that's what made sense to him. )