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[If the recent destruction of the Luminar wasn't enough, what came after it's just making the air in Zodion feel even more different to Maya lately-- heavier, uncertain, a little threatening. She's walking back home from the V3 office sometime in the evening, after the sun has set, thoughts preoccupied as they have been during the last few days on what she can do to help. Of course--]

Ah--!?

[--the appearance of a nametag latched firmly to her chest kind of interrupts all that.

"HELLO, my name is Maya Amano! ASK ME ABOUT MY: death ."]

((She'll be walking through the streets of Zodion and back to her house! Open to anyone who might reasonably come across her.))

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[It is. It most definitely is. Not all the way, not to any very huge part, but it is. His reaction matters and causes a problem, sure, but it's not just his. His knowledge of this matters, but not just his knowledge. Maya would keep hiding this fact from all of Zodion for eternity had she had her way, as if the fact she hadn't mentioned it to anyone already might prove -- only less good than usual could come out of a person like Izaya becoming aware of it, too. If she had her head on straight, she would have guessed there was a chance Magato could tell him later. But she doesn't. So much is unconscious today, on impulse, when it centers around protecting this secret of hers.

Is it that bad?] .........

[What's the problem?] I do have time. Not to explain this.

[Perhaps it's because -- unconsciously, to be sure-- she realizes deep down that this secret isn't really just hers. It's theirs. Maybe something inside her is seeking to protect others besides herself even now. After all, if he knows what's written upon this card, he knows the big thing that makes

Jun and Tatsuya and Lisa tick

which is far less of a good prospect than him knowing and keeping any torment to Maya herself.]

[ yeah, that's kind of what he figured. when he assumes it's his reaction she worries about, it has to do with the way he's dealt with her secrets in the past. Maya's lucky enough that Magato and Izaya don't really communicate like normal people, so it wasn't for sure that it would come up, but that doesn't really save her the trouble of dealing with him herself. the more protective of her secret she gets, the more he wants to know.

before he's ready to go forcing it out of her though, he'll take a little more time to push. there's no doubt in his mind that he's going to get it though. not one. ]

Is that right? So if you pull your hands away, you'll be vulnerable. Either you'll have to explain it or let me make my own conclusions and there's no guarantee you'd like those. But even you have to recognize what you're setting yourself up for, don't you?

[ unless she stops him, Izaya will be brushing fingers to her wrist, letting his palm close over her hand. he doesn't pull. ]

The more you cover the tracks, the more lost you're going to end up. What you're hiding won't change anything for me, one way or the other, but still you let it rule you. Why is that?

[Granted, just because she's been caught in an awkward spot, it doesn't make Maya any less attentive to his words and how to counteract them. She finds this out when he keeps on talking.]

There is no guarantee I'd like them, but I'd rather have you do that then tell you any--

[Well, until he touches her. In retrospect, what she says to Izaya next might be sort of odd, given she's never really been openly averse to most of her other "friends" touching her especially in such a small way... but he will always be different. At least she speaks words he can't find too much of a loophole inside. It's also true that had any one of her usual friends gripped her wrist with such a plausible intent to expose her secret, she'd similarly react.

... He's wrong about everything else, of course, or at least she thinks he is, but that declamation will have to remain silent for the moment.]

Why are you touching me? I didn't tell you you could touch me. Let go.

[ what is it? what is it, in particular, that makes him touching her so off-putting? when it comes down to Izaya's guesses and opinions, he'd lean most towards a fear that she might like it it, or that she might get carried away or maybe even that he would. it had happened before and she hadn't intended for it to, so why not again? but he doesn't hold the same stigma towards her, even if it hadn't been his plan either, so her response is funny at best. if he'd found a weakness, maybe that an advantage for the future, but wasn't it more interesting if she was a little stronger? he'd rather push for her strengths to cave in than push at her weaknesses.

the ideas in his head are too self-centered. in reality, her secret could be the important factor. that doesn't change his approach any though. as much as he'd attest to not being a forceful person, and as much as he'd rather her concede on her own, it's not a game he's going to wait to play for too long. too much work. ]

What, I need your permission? I suppose you'd call it sexual harassment if I gave you a friendly pat on the back even though you said you'd call me your friend.

[ yanking her wrist harder, he disobeys in favor of seeing what's hidden beneath her hand. ]

Just how many links are you going to add to your chain? It's only going to drag you down to the bottom.

[If she had to say, this is beginning to remind her of their very first meeting. Their very first worship, too, in some small way. The big difference has been time -- she now knows Izaya better, he now knows her better (there's not a doubt), they're "friends", and she's almost blindingly aware of how to act so that he won't have an easy stab at those closest to her.

Maya is also aware of what she absolutely does and does not like Izaya doing to her. Forcibly grabbing her when she does not want him to when she is trying to protect a part of her privacy extremely serious to her is not one of them. Her eyes wince after that strong pull, full of distaste and something else immediately.]

I told you... to let go of me.

[His imaginations are indeed too self-centered, and keeping her secret hidden is still her chief mission here. Not that it wouldn't be out of place for her to feel a little nervousness at the moment-- he is getting a little carried away, isn't he? The last time he did this wasn't as rough or as purposeful. And he's always backed off whenever she said no before.

As it stands, the only reason her nametag is still covered is the grip of her own fingernails, digging into it from their very ends after a split-second move.

They can probably be dislodged with another good jerk.]

[ hopefully for Maya's sake, all of that's true! what Izaya counts on is that even when she or others he's poked some fun at start to expect certain actions of him, by that point he'll already know more than enough about them to completely overturn any sad retaliation. usually he doesn't have a problem... and it's not that he's expecting problems in this case either but she's definitely right that he's stepped over a certain line.

when it came to getting his way, pushing some sort of idea or thought onto someone else or whatever else in whatever other form of antagonism he felt like displaying, Izaya was most inclined to rely solely on his words. but he's human, too, you know. sometimes he gets impatient and sometimes he gets annoyed, even if those things won't come to the surface. most prominent though on a list of reasons he might act out, hypothetically speaking, is excitement. sure, he's completely clearheaded but impatience and excitement seem to go together well. if the prize is good enough, then he wants to know, to see more, so he keeps pushing and pushing until he either gets what he wants or something gets in his way.

she's not getting in his way. not in any significant way, at least. the only barrier is her hand against her chest, her nails barely holding on it with the last of her might and it's nothing less than his pleasure than to break that last defense. ]

Sorry, Maya-san, you can't escape.

[ and he doesn't mean from him. ]

[She freezes. She cannot possibly respond to any of that. He really did it. He really pulled -- no, forced -- her to do something against her will. Willingly, and with the aid of his own amount of strength inevitably more than petite little Maya could ever combat against.

He has indeed crossed a line even Izaya Orihara hasn't crossed for her before.

It's pretty obvious what effect what he's just done has had, almost immediately. Maya's body freezes instantly; her mouth has long dropped open, frozen in disbelief with any words about to be said long dying in the air. Her eyes are wide and unseeing although they stare seemingly right back at him. Her skin tingles where he gave that final insistent tug, so much so that she couldn't say if his fingers remain gripping into it or not. Her mind is blank. Her ears are ringing. He really did it.

Standing like this, offending arm in question finally out to the side and her other hand doing an extremely poor job of covering up its own half of the nametag now, her "secret" is open to the light and Izaya's for the taking. It asks him to ask her about her death. No doubt there'll be little problem, yes? Far be it from Maya to put forth any more resistance.

She doesn't appear to realize she's so exposed, let alone so mistreated. Everything has stopped.]

(from here.)

[ though he had no way of knowing such a thing was a personal offense to her, he wouldn't have started speaking so brashly if he hadn't intended to push her buttons a little bit. Giovanni holds no grudge against Maya herself, so it's nothing more than a bit of amusement—but he hadn't expected her to get this upset. it seemed he'd really hit a sore point.

this only serves to interest him more. as he turns his back to her fierce expression, his hands come together behind his back. ]

Good? Who said anything about that? Is change only worth your time if it's "good" change? You won't give merit to simple debt? If that's the case, maybe you feel you deserved to die.

Well?

How... How dare you!

[It's practically the only utterance Maya can belt out right away, fists as unmoving and solid as ever. At least her voice has finally dropped into a quieter tone. Then again, it might as well be a hiss for all the words say and how it's directed to Giovanni, with a gaze that hasn't lost its fire. Does he like it? Is he interested? Amused? Enlightened?]

Never imply I would feel I deserved something like that! Never, do you hear me?

[A rather obvious gulp cuts the air. Seems she's having some trouble breathing, too.]

With all due respect, Mr. Rammsteiner, I think your views on morality and the value of life are just a little off-kilter.

[Demeaning, even, if he wanted to know the truth. It reminds her of Magato. Maya might have believed she deserved death at the very end of everything, actually-- if only so that the rest of them alongside her could live a little longer, could not have been the ones stabbed with that mythological spear at that exact moment. But she will never decry the sacredness of the gift they'd given her either.]

[ oh, sure, he likes it. it's a shame that he couldn't enjoy it to its fullest. if he let himself get carried away, with what little he knows about Maya, someone could end up getting killed. needless to say, Giovanni doesn't anticipate personal danger in this instance. going with the flow and imagining that she was angry enough to lash out at him is entertaining though—in the end, if she couldn't put up the fight he wanted, it wouldn't be fun for him either.

he'll have to settle for her upset, feeling her eyes searing into the back of his head. that feeling itself is an exciting one. what would she say once she got past her outrage? a chill goes down his spine as her breath quakes, hands tightening over each other. ]

I see. So selfishness suits you.

[ perhaps a hypocritical statement. who could say they were without it? the perception of others as selfish has been paramount on his mind for longer than he can remember; logic doesn't always factor in as it should. ]

It's no surprise that we disagree. Your choices reflect someone irrational, to the point of incompatibility with myself. Do you have any suggestions for how we should settle this?

[ agreeing to disagree... it was just so boring. ]

[And just when she's most fired up, when she's most rattled, he must go and say the very words which burn her more thoroughly than hundreds of others. Selfish. Irrational. She's not thinking of his motivations at all when she wastes no time in stalking up to Giovanni, placing a firm and demanding hand over his shoulder. It obviously doesn't mean to hurt, but this is definitely not the same amount of pressure one would normally associate with Maya Amano's capabilities. Is this part of the "fight" he's looking for? Her outrage is hardly dying down yet.]

Take it back.

[Her voice is as demanding as her grip. Maya would never deny humans are innately selfish to some degree, innately irrational as well at moments; she doesn't see how those labels could possibly apply here, and even finds it further offensive that they are, a practical slap in the face to all she stands for. Her answer isn't exactly an answer to his question, but apparently part of her way of "settling this" is to take matters directly into her own hands.

She doesn't care if he doesn't agree with her now. She does care if he continues to step over everything she and her closest ones stand for, and for everything the struggles they went through were mollified by to the smallest bit.]

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[ though he had no idea they'd have such an effect, it's probably the best reaction he could have expected from someone like her. Maya's grip is firm, so he can tell she's serious, but he didn't need the contact to tell him that. it's such a shame that he can't make her harness that anger a little more destructively. if he pushes hard enough, will she provide? maybe. but frankly, she's unlikely to be capable of the amount of destruction that would please him if she would even go that far to begin with.

sighing, he seems to relax his posture as if there's no reason to take this seriously on his part. ]

Will my taking it back make you feel better? It would be as hollow as forcing someone to apologize when they weren't sorry.

[ even if he'd been making some assumptions and guesses, he really doesn't feel bad and if anything he'd said was wrong it was just because he didn't know all the facts. ]

I'm sorry.

[ and after a pause there's an addendum: ]

That you can't see yourself for who you are.

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W-What...

[There's really only one thing Maya can manage to stutter out in reply.]

What's your point? What all are you getting at?

[Is he saying the "being amazing" part was a good thing? A bad thing? That her life she lived before she died had little to no meaning? That godly resuscitation was to be abhorred, when so many innocents had passed, or frozen just as lifelessly, here? Her gaze hardens as it lifts to watch Magato.]

[ good and bad...!! Magato doesn't exactly want to die, but what pisses him off the most about Zodion isn't even that he's stuck here. it's the blatant disrespect of a way of life he was very used to-- death was supposed to be permanent. what the hell was the point in life if it wasn't?

or, you know, all those people he killed... ]

Ah, well, I just mean...

[ brows furrowing for a few seconds as he thinks, Magato continues freely with a renewed smile. ]

You're not dead yet, so it's nothing to be concerned about-- and you can't die here, so why worry? Those shitty twelve get their panties in a twist whenever someone croaks, unlike home, so as long as we're all stuck here there's nothing to be done about it!

[~~to make "cool" murder plots in rp's...~~ Oh. Oh, she guesses that makes enough sense. Maya's eyes open and her bottom lip drops almost as proof of it. How it often seems to happen in random moments with Magato, his reasoning sometimes has reason sprinkled within the nonsense.]

... Yeah. You're right in that I probably... shouldn't be concerned about it. My own death, anyway.

[Past and potential. This is all figuratively speaking because Maya would probably fight an oncoming death even here with as much force as she could muster (they will not cry again they will not see her die again they will not be sad again not ever not ever), but there is very definitely value in not lingering on things which add little to one's current situation besides stress, worry.]

I guess I just never really wanted people to know I had died.

[ w-what!? only sometimes!? sheesh! his reason is totally stable, alright? they just had different... lifestyles! yeah, that's all. (nottalking) ]

Hn?

[ about that second part, however... Magato can't really wrap his head around it. out of all the things that made him feel awkward here, it wasn't so much the death part. not for him anyway-- and hey, there were tonnes of people who died or had killed, here. wouldn't she want to milk that for all it's worth to those around her? ]

Why not?

[NO HE'S DUMB SORRY TO BREAK IT TO YOU EVEN YOUR BOYFRIEND THINKS YOU ARE MAGATO]

You mean... it's not obvious? [Well, she can really answer her own question on this one, can't she?] I suppose not.

[Maybe she could milk it, and lesser people than her definitely would milk it, but the fact of the matter stands that Maya's death is connected to far too many things she does not want to disturb than most, or perhaps things she does not want to disturb as much as others might. If her new friends in Zodion knew she was dead, it was a possibility that they worry over her, or feel guiltier about some things, or just... act differently. If her death was common knowledge, the possibility existed that it become far more of a blaring reminder to those closest to her than it already was.

None of those were consequences worth putting into place.

Perhaps she's able to actually say all of this out loud to him.]

Others may become concerned.

[ unfortunately, Magato was likely to suggest she do just that, even if he knew all the details. but what had happened to Maya wasn't really something the assassin could comprehend anyway-- and not because he's dumb, either. the Underground was a place of science, rather than magic, or anything like that.

concerned...? ]

Huh? Why?

[ he pauses, shrugging. ]

They're going to die eventually, too, sooo.

Ah, that... the fact that they're going to die too really has nothing to do with it, Magato-san... [Such a statement is basically a set in stone inevitability anyway, isn't it?] Or at least has nothing to do with the kind of "concerned" I mean. They might--

[A moment. Maya stares down at the ground, lets loose a sigh, clenches her hands into fists, and finally meets the taller's eyes straight on again. Her friends could get concerned, or worried, or act different, or feel guilty, yes-- but why?]

They might think I'm weak. More frail than I was before.

[ continued from here! ]

[ Mitsuru smiles sadly. Maya's openness is refreshing, and it doesn't take long for her to feel at ease around this stranger. ]

"Them"? Do you mean your friends and family?

Kind of. More immediately, it was the four young people by my side when it happened. We aren't related by blood, but... to be honest with you, I do consider them my family.

Our friendships ran that deep.

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I understand. [ It's a statement anyone would easily say, but she really does understand. ]

What happened after?

[Perhaps she'll have to prove that to Maya soon, or in the near future. It isn't as though she disbelieves Mitsuru now, or even that she'd think to ask about the statement, but it would be nice to know others who've been through similar circumstances are out there.]

"What happened... after..." --My death, you mean?

Well... yes. Was that the end of everything? [ Somehow, she thinks it isn't. She doesn't know how often The Twelve bring people in post-death, but she doesn't want to believe this is the end of the story for Maya. ]

Um... [How to explain? In a word?] No. No, not at all.

[Unfortunately or fortunately, as others may see it. Maya's death is a different beast than one might first expect. She wasn't taken in post-death as much as she was taken in post-"life I had before I found out about my death that happened prior in a different universe".]

I gathered as much.

[ She smiles faintly. ] I am glad you seem to be doing well at the moment.

[For some reason, those words are unexpected to Maya, but really do seem to end being up all that needs to be said when they sink in. Perfect phrasing. Could it be she's run into yet another mature-for-her-age young adult?]

Thanks! It's kind of you to say. [Maya nods cheerily and returns the grin.] I am doing very well, Miss-- Miss... [Ah, her nametag.]

Mitsuru.

I never would have expected you to have to go through that, Amano. You're so cheerful and kind. You must have incredible inner strength.

[ She's not just kissing ass-- she means it. ]

Hehehe~! And there you keep on going! Are you sure you can say all that about me, Mitsuru-chan? I've been pretty grumpy today.

[But-- yeah, she doesn't really doubt what the girl said. Why would she?]

... This is grumpy for you, Amano? [ Maya's really something else, then... ]

[Tell her about it...]

Well, grumpier than usual, yeah! Don't you remember how down in the dumps I was when you first saw me? Talk about a rain cloud hangin' over your head, huh?

Well, you weren't without reason. It's true-- a nametag such as yours would upset anyone. No one wants to be reminded of something like that.

[ Please give her some of your happy energy... ]

[touch her breasts and it will transfer...]

Even so, I have to get stronger.

[And suddenly, Maya's sobered up quite a bit.]

[[continued from here!]]

It does seem like everything's proceeding nicely... [Maya gives a small nod, her other acknowledgment of that.] I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but I haven't been by too much to watch lately.

[Which is kind of a thing, given Maya's own money is helping to fund this welcoming center. A building built from scratch is amazing for her, the least of which reason being V3 was set up in a preexisting one. But--]

Thanks for bringing my attention to it. I feel like it's been a while since I talked to you lately, too.

I wouldn't worry about it too much! I mean, there's nothing we can do. I tried to offer the construction crew some help, but they said they can't let me, haha! [ Though they did say they'd ring her if something bad happened. Having experience in unstable environments and collapsed houses helps. ]

...oh. You're right! Not since, well... [ That day in the graveyard. ]

Yeah...

[There's not too much else she can add on to that. They both probably have that moment embedded into their memories.]

Hey, excuse the question, but-- have you made much progress on what you spoke with me about that day?

[ Subaru wasn't too surprised by the question, given she just brought that memory up indirectly. ] Mmn! I think so. It's not too easy, but nothing like that ever is. [ She clasps her hands behind her back, and starts to walk in circles, eyes on the ground. ] It's good that I've had a lot of support in that, and others who seem to feel the same way.

I admit I'm not used to working without guidance of some kind, but I don't have my mentor here for adv—oh! [ That sure was something her forehead just bumped into. ] Sorry, I—

[ But when she looks up? Nothing is there. ] Huh. That's weird.

[Correction. She may think nothing is immediately there, and it sure isn't, but that's definitely a sprig of mistletoe hanging off of a nearby rafter. The green catches Maya's eyes as she looks. This one must be one of those with a bigger active radius...]

Subaru... [Maya's voice carries an odd lilt to it.] I'm really happy to hear you're working towards your dreams, and you're right that that kind of pursuit is never easy.

... We're going to have to wait to continue our conversation, though.

How come? [ She questions as she turns around and puts her hands on absolutely nothing. Solid, yet empty, space.

This is worrisome. ] A barrier...?

[ Knock, knock? Nothing.

How about a harder knock; one with a bare fist slammed into the air, only to not so much as cause it to crackle, bow, or echo?

Pointless. She turns back to Maya. ] Do you know what this is about?

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that guy what does izaya in the butt

u kno it

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subaru / mistlesnow mingle

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