[ She's not wrong, as ever, and any complaining is entirely for show. He really has grown to enjoy hiking! Something that he never thought possible back in Tokyo. And it'll be a nice distraction as he does his best to talk through the impossible yet again.
He arrives at the base of the cliff with a thermos in each hand, tucks one into the crook of an arm so that he has the other free to wrap around Venat in an embrace that serves as greeting. ]
You're sure Argos is still incapable of providing elevator services? [ It's a joke. He knows nothing has changed on that front, and he presses a smiling kiss to her cheek. ] You're a balm, as ever.
[More than an embrace, she turns her head to greet him with a proper kiss -- a short one, out of respect for his burdens, but no less sweet for that. More than just affection, her intuition tells her that more lies underneath this request than a desire for a casual outing. The phrasing of the message, in particular the 'anywhere but', raises some flags in her mind.]
I am starting to miss you quite a bit more than I expected, when we part. And I forbid you from overthinking that statement. You may only take it as sincere warmth towards you and naught more, as I intend it.
[ Called out before he could even take the first baby step toward overthinking! Incredible. The faintest blush rises in Maruki's cheeks, both at her kiss and at her words – he'll never get used to it, being sought after when he's away. He never wants to get used to it. The novelty stuns him every time. ]
Hah, that makes two of us...
[ He smiles at Venat, more than a little poleaxed by the admission, brings his hand up to thumb fondly at her cheek before separating and handing off her thermos. They can head toward the hiking path, but he's slipping his hand in hers as soon as they're on their way. ]
We could stand to part less often, if that's the case. You know that I always want more of you. Stay with me any time.
[ He knows nothing other than how to be earnest. It's a disease. ]
So I do, and so I shall. Though perhaps making a home together on a permanent basis meets some difficulty in the form of peace with your current housemates.
[Frequent visits, frequent presence, those are a different matter than actual residence. But that's not a matter for the here and now. Hand in hand, turning towards the path, she regards him from the corner of eyes with eternal warmth and gentle concern.]
But later to that. Am I wrong to think something more lies beneath this than a simple desire for my companionship? Not that such a desire would not be reason enough.
[ A sip of coffee from the thermos, followed by a hiss of pain – hot hot hot!! Fine, he'll let it sit, try to force the truth out now that his tongue is sufficiently burnt. ]
Kurusu is here. The friend from my reality that I told you about.
[ Friend is such an insufficient word for what they were, and an overstatement of what they are now. What else can Maruki call him, though? ]
Something's gone wrong between the reality he comes from and the one I know to be true, though. He doesn't know me at all. From his perspective, we've never met. Isn't that funny?
[ It's not, not at all, and he doesn't sound like he thinks it is. The opposite! It's a miserable question. ]
[Her response is to gently squeeze his hand, letting the pressure speak what words would take too long to say. Compassion, sympathy, warm, care. As casual as he makes his words, she understands.]
Is he from a time before you two met, or because the timelines have diverged?
[What does it say about their lives, that such a question is almost routine?]
[ It's an absurd thing to have to consider, but Maruki has spent the better part of his life fascinated by theoretical ways of tampering with reality. In many ways, the temporal anomalies they deal with here are nothing less than his just desserts. ]
The latter, almost definitely. I haven't ruled out that it's a matter of cognitive manipulation instead, but...
[ He holds his free hand, thermos and all, before him, tilting it to the left. ]
From my perspective, I left our true reality in December. Christmas Eve, to be precise, after having spent the past half year working at his school and becoming close friends.
[ Then, tipped to the right: ]
From his perspective, he left the following August. He lived past that Christmas, into the new year, moved out of Tokyo, returned during the summer... That's eight months beyond my time. And I never worked at his school. We never met at all.
[ A beat, and he drops that hand back down to his side, the sound of coffee sloshing in the thermos and the soft crunch of dried leaves underfoot. ]
I don't know what to make of it. We should always know one another. It's critical.
[Unspoken but clearly stated is the hope that he will see this not as a setback, but a new opportunity. His own timeline exists still, in which all is as he knows it, and now a second one has come into play for him to influence and shape.]
You recall I once told you that our time together would, without question, resonate. Throughout the aether and thus the star, and all that the star touches. Can you then find this to be coincidence?
No, of course it's not a coincidence. I know that for whatever reason, the fact that it's happening this way means it was meant to happen this way, but...
[ His heart seizes and clutches in his ribs. How does he begin to explain? For as well as Venat knows him, there's a horrible rot in his soul that he's yet to voice around her – and not for any lack of trust. Simply for a fear of driving her away.
His hand pulses hers in a squeeze once, twice. ]
It's complicated. I don't do well with being forgotten.
'Forgetting' is a loss of memories. The memories you mourn were never formed in the first place, in this case. I understand your pain, and the complicated emotions you must experience when you look on a version of someone important to you who does not know you, but I also know that you've the sense and the knowledge necessary to look at this situation more objectively, if you're but given the chance and reminder.
So come. Let me carry your burdens with you, so that you have the strength to build yourself a foundation once more.
[ She isn't wrong. Maruki does know the difference. He does have the sense, the knowledge. He's tired of having them.
It's necessary, though. For Akira's sake more than anything else. He's quiet, focusing on the hike, sipping his coffee, trying to calm the tempest in his mind that threatens to reform every time he thinks a little too long about that blank look in Akira's eyes. Finally: ]
It won't change how I treat him. He's exactly as I remember him, and nothing could keep me away. We'll become close again, I'm sure. Maybe even closer than before.
[ If it's possible for words to sound both earnest and exhausted, they do. Maruki means it. He's just– tired. ]
Anyhow. I hope you like him when you meet him. He really is one of the most remarkable people I've ever known.
How could I fail to? He is important to you, after all.
[More than just optimistic devotion, Venat knows what Maruki values and cares for, and that they are oftimes in complete agreement on those points. For Maruki to hold such faith and value in a person, they must undoubtedly possess traits she too will find welcome.]
Although, if that is indeed the case, need we fear friction between him and Akechi? We full well know he is not the most socially gentle of people.
[ Thank god. Attention diverted from his own misery and redirected toward two wildcards with a very unusual relationship, even if only temporarily. ]
Oh... I'm realizing just how much I haven't explained about our reality. To be honest, I never thought I'd have a reason to.
[ For as much as he missed Akira, he never let himself wish for his presence, even idly. Desires have real, tangible power here, and he would not be the one to drag his guiding light into a false reality. And so, without ever considering the threat of his appearance, so many things fell by the wayside. ]
What a role reversal. Would you like me to spin you a tale?
[ Diverted? Well, mayhap. Venat understands his relationship with Akira less than she would like to offer her usual cut-through-Maruki's-mental-crap answers, so she needs to learn more and understand his thoughts better before she can really strike at those thoughts she knows are buzzing in his head. A tale is as good as any.]
You are asking me if I wish a tale? You are out of sorts.
[She smiles and squeezes his hand to make sure the words are light and airy, a gentle jest rather than anything he should truly take to heart.]
[ He's laughing as he says it, swinging her hand. It's an ironclad, persistent truth about Maruki: He asks questions he already knows the answers to simply because he enjoys the reassurance of hearing what he knows to be true.
And anyway, it might be a long story.
A drawn breath, deep and steadying, nothing to do with the exertion of the hike at all. ]
I'm sure I've said before that the field I studied had to do with how our perception shapes reality. The broader applications of that were all theoretical, and I dedicated my life to proving that they existed. It was on the fringes of academia, to say the least...
But they were real. A vigilante justice group took it upon themselves to change the hearts of criminals. Their means are... something I'm still trying to understand, but the end result proved my theories correct. One could alter someone else's perception of reality by directly interacting with their cognition.
[ There is a profoundly nerdy joy to this explanation, but– well, Maruki's an intelligent man. It's tempered by what he says next. ]
Of course, that has drawbacks, and there are ways it could go terribly wrong. I wanted to keep a close eye on that group, so I started working at the school where the first changed criminal had been a teacher. You already know that I sought Kurusu out because of his ties to that teacher, so you can probably guess who the leader of that group was.
Edited (rereads my own thread remembers he already copped to part of this) Date: 2024-11-25 06:57 am (UTC)
[A vigilante justice group acting directly to alter the perceptions of criminals?]
[Well, then, that Maruki thinks highly of at least one of them, or else she might fear excessively. The opportunity for corruption, cruelty, and vice in such an uncontrolled and unrestrained act are immense.]
Had you heard of the sort of person he was prior to meeting him?
[ Maruki shakes his head through another sip of coffee. ]
Only what the school had told me, and considering they had just turned a blind eye to a case of tremendous abuse from one of their faculty members, I knew better than to believe it.
[ A transfer student on probation for a crime of his own – Maruki didn't buy it for a second. He set it all aside, let Akira make his own first impression. ]
We became close, but I never let on that I knew he was one of them. Phantom Thieves, they were called. Very dramatic, but it suited them. Young, idealistic...
[ If he sounds impossibly fond about that, he is. Every Phantom Thief became dear to him, but none more so than Akira by a wide margin. ]
Meanwhile, as their notoriety grew, a certain famous young detective became their most outspoken detractor in the media. Before Somnius, I only ever knew Akechi through a television screen. Isn't that ridiculous?
[No, it is indeed plausible. Unlikely in the extreme, but if she needed proof that people could build unexpectedly strong bonds, unexpectedly quick, the hand she still holds provides plenty.]
I'd thought for sure you two had history together.
[ It's insane to him too. Inextricably tangled up as they are now, it feels impossible that their lives in Tokyo were entirely separate, save for mutual associations with Akira and Shido. ]
He was quite famous, and I was a nobody. If we hadn't met here, I doubt we ever would have.
'Not famous', perhaps. There is no world in which you could be called a nobody.
[Two sides to that coin. The first, of course, being Azathoth. How could someone with that power be considered insignificant? If Akechi's conjuring is powerful, Maruki must stand atop the mountain, or at least terribly close to that peak.]
[The other? He is Maruki, of course. To her he can never be a nobody.]
[ Maruki ducks his head and grins as he shakes it, hair flopping this way and that. ]
You're too good to me...
[ He was a nobody, for better and for worse. He knows now that that was very likely the only thing keeping him alive. ]
Regardless of my status in our true reality, my point is that Kurusu and Akechi were rivals. I'm still working on figuring out exactly that entailed, but I can say with certainty that despite that, they're both important to one another. They aren't at each other's throats. It's...
[ He squints up at the trees, huffs a slight laugh. ]
Pretty amusing, actually. He reverts back to that kindly persona around Kurusu and will do anything to maintain it. I'm sure that will boil over at some point, as he's wont to do, but to your earlier point, friction doesn't seem to be an immediate issue. They seem to get along.
Now, by what standards are you describing 'get along'? Standards I would recognize, or yours?
[She understands perfectly well that Akechi 'gets along' with other people in the way fire gets along with flesh. And perhaps more to the point, she perfectly well knows that 'kindly persona' still carries with it the same barbs and blades, merely cloaked in politeness and plausible deniability.]
[Of course, she asks this question with warmth and humor, because while she finds it all both puzzling and entirely too obvious all at once, she accepts it as the way of things.]
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:43 am (UTC)I'll bring coffee for both of us. Thank you.
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Date: 2024-11-18 02:52 am (UTC)> action !!
Date: 2024-11-18 05:37 am (UTC)He arrives at the base of the cliff with a thermos in each hand, tucks one into the crook of an arm so that he has the other free to wrap around Venat in an embrace that serves as greeting. ]
You're sure Argos is still incapable of providing elevator services? [ It's a joke. He knows nothing has changed on that front, and he presses a smiling kiss to her cheek. ] You're a balm, as ever.
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Date: 2024-11-18 08:45 pm (UTC)I am starting to miss you quite a bit more than I expected, when we part. And I forbid you from overthinking that statement. You may only take it as sincere warmth towards you and naught more, as I intend it.
[She's got your number, buddy]
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Date: 2024-11-19 06:31 am (UTC)Hah, that makes two of us...
[ He smiles at Venat, more than a little poleaxed by the admission, brings his hand up to thumb fondly at her cheek before separating and handing off her thermos. They can head toward the hiking path, but he's slipping his hand in hers as soon as they're on their way. ]
We could stand to part less often, if that's the case. You know that I always want more of you. Stay with me any time.
[ He knows nothing other than how to be earnest. It's a disease. ]
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Date: 2024-11-20 03:24 pm (UTC)[Frequent visits, frequent presence, those are a different matter than actual residence. But that's not a matter for the here and now. Hand in hand, turning towards the path, she regards him from the corner of eyes with eternal warmth and gentle concern.]
But later to that. Am I wrong to think something more lies beneath this than a simple desire for my companionship? Not that such a desire would not be reason enough.
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Date: 2024-11-21 08:18 am (UTC)[ A sip of coffee from the thermos, followed by a hiss of pain – hot hot hot!! Fine, he'll let it sit, try to force the truth out now that his tongue is sufficiently burnt. ]
Kurusu is here. The friend from my reality that I told you about.
[ Friend is such an insufficient word for what they were, and an overstatement of what they are now. What else can Maruki call him, though? ]
Something's gone wrong between the reality he comes from and the one I know to be true, though. He doesn't know me at all. From his perspective, we've never met. Isn't that funny?
[ It's not, not at all, and he doesn't sound like he thinks it is. The opposite! It's a miserable question. ]
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Date: 2024-11-21 04:14 pm (UTC)Is he from a time before you two met, or because the timelines have diverged?
[What does it say about their lives, that such a question is almost routine?]
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Date: 2024-11-21 05:02 pm (UTC)The latter, almost definitely. I haven't ruled out that it's a matter of cognitive manipulation instead, but...
[ He holds his free hand, thermos and all, before him, tilting it to the left. ]
From my perspective, I left our true reality in December. Christmas Eve, to be precise, after having spent the past half year working at his school and becoming close friends.
[ Then, tipped to the right: ]
From his perspective, he left the following August. He lived past that Christmas, into the new year, moved out of Tokyo, returned during the summer... That's eight months beyond my time. And I never worked at his school. We never met at all.
[ A beat, and he drops that hand back down to his side, the sound of coffee sloshing in the thermos and the soft crunch of dried leaves underfoot. ]
I don't know what to make of it. We should always know one another. It's critical.
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Date: 2024-11-21 05:06 pm (UTC)[Unspoken but clearly stated is the hope that he will see this not as a setback, but a new opportunity. His own timeline exists still, in which all is as he knows it, and now a second one has come into play for him to influence and shape.]
You recall I once told you that our time together would, without question, resonate. Throughout the aether and thus the star, and all that the star touches. Can you then find this to be coincidence?
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Date: 2024-11-22 07:02 am (UTC)[ His heart seizes and clutches in his ribs. How does he begin to explain? For as well as Venat knows him, there's a horrible rot in his soul that he's yet to voice around her – and not for any lack of trust. Simply for a fear of driving her away.
His hand pulses hers in a squeeze once, twice. ]
It's complicated. I don't do well with being forgotten.
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Date: 2024-11-22 06:48 pm (UTC)So come. Let me carry your burdens with you, so that you have the strength to build yourself a foundation once more.
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Date: 2024-11-23 06:43 am (UTC)It's necessary, though. For Akira's sake more than anything else. He's quiet, focusing on the hike, sipping his coffee, trying to calm the tempest in his mind that threatens to reform every time he thinks a little too long about that blank look in Akira's eyes. Finally: ]
It won't change how I treat him. He's exactly as I remember him, and nothing could keep me away. We'll become close again, I'm sure. Maybe even closer than before.
[ If it's possible for words to sound both earnest and exhausted, they do. Maruki means it. He's just– tired. ]
Anyhow. I hope you like him when you meet him. He really is one of the most remarkable people I've ever known.
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Date: 2024-11-23 11:19 pm (UTC)[More than just optimistic devotion, Venat knows what Maruki values and cares for, and that they are oftimes in complete agreement on those points. For Maruki to hold such faith and value in a person, they must undoubtedly possess traits she too will find welcome.]
Although, if that is indeed the case, need we fear friction between him and Akechi? We full well know he is not the most socially gentle of people.
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Date: 2024-11-23 11:46 pm (UTC)Oh... I'm realizing just how much I haven't explained about our reality. To be honest, I never thought I'd have a reason to.
[ For as much as he missed Akira, he never let himself wish for his presence, even idly. Desires have real, tangible power here, and he would not be the one to drag his guiding light into a false reality. And so, without ever considering the threat of his appearance, so many things fell by the wayside. ]
What a role reversal. Would you like me to spin you a tale?
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Date: 2024-11-24 04:28 am (UTC)You are asking me if I wish a tale? You are out of sorts.
[She smiles and squeezes his hand to make sure the words are light and airy, a gentle jest rather than anything he should truly take to heart.]
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Date: 2024-11-25 06:49 am (UTC)[ He's laughing as he says it, swinging her hand. It's an ironclad, persistent truth about Maruki: He asks questions he already knows the answers to simply because he enjoys the reassurance of hearing what he knows to be true.
And anyway, it might be a long story.
A drawn breath, deep and steadying, nothing to do with the exertion of the hike at all. ]
I'm sure I've said before that the field I studied had to do with how our perception shapes reality. The broader applications of that were all theoretical, and I dedicated my life to proving that they existed. It was on the fringes of academia, to say the least...
But they were real. A vigilante justice group took it upon themselves to change the hearts of criminals. Their means are... something I'm still trying to understand, but the end result proved my theories correct. One could alter someone else's perception of reality by directly interacting with their cognition.
[ There is a profoundly nerdy joy to this explanation, but– well, Maruki's an intelligent man. It's tempered by what he says next. ]
Of course, that has drawbacks, and there are ways it could go terribly wrong. I wanted to keep a close eye on that group, so I started working at the school where the first changed criminal had been a teacher. You already know that I sought Kurusu out because of his ties to that teacher, so you can probably guess who the leader of that group was.
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Date: 2024-11-26 06:48 pm (UTC)[Well, then, that Maruki thinks highly of at least one of them, or else she might fear excessively. The opportunity for corruption, cruelty, and vice in such an uncontrolled and unrestrained act are immense.]
Had you heard of the sort of person he was prior to meeting him?
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Date: 2024-11-26 07:20 pm (UTC)Only what the school had told me, and considering they had just turned a blind eye to a case of tremendous abuse from one of their faculty members, I knew better than to believe it.
[ A transfer student on probation for a crime of his own – Maruki didn't buy it for a second. He set it all aside, let Akira make his own first impression. ]
We became close, but I never let on that I knew he was one of them. Phantom Thieves, they were called. Very dramatic, but it suited them. Young, idealistic...
[ If he sounds impossibly fond about that, he is. Every Phantom Thief became dear to him, but none more so than Akira by a wide margin. ]
Meanwhile, as their notoriety grew, a certain famous young detective became their most outspoken detractor in the media. Before Somnius, I only ever knew Akechi through a television screen. Isn't that ridiculous?
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Date: 2024-11-27 12:23 am (UTC)[No, it is indeed plausible. Unlikely in the extreme, but if she needed proof that people could build unexpectedly strong bonds, unexpectedly quick, the hand she still holds provides plenty.]
I'd thought for sure you two had history together.
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Date: 2024-11-27 12:36 am (UTC)[ It's insane to him too. Inextricably tangled up as they are now, it feels impossible that their lives in Tokyo were entirely separate, save for mutual associations with Akira and Shido. ]
He was quite famous, and I was a nobody. If we hadn't met here, I doubt we ever would have.
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Date: 2024-11-28 05:40 pm (UTC)[Two sides to that coin. The first, of course, being Azathoth. How could someone with that power be considered insignificant? If Akechi's conjuring is powerful, Maruki must stand atop the mountain, or at least terribly close to that peak.]
[The other? He is Maruki, of course. To her he can never be a nobody.]
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Date: 2024-12-02 03:33 pm (UTC)You're too good to me...
[ He was a nobody, for better and for worse. He knows now that that was very likely the only thing keeping him alive. ]
Regardless of my status in our true reality, my point is that Kurusu and Akechi were rivals. I'm still working on figuring out exactly that entailed, but I can say with certainty that despite that, they're both important to one another. They aren't at each other's throats. It's...
[ He squints up at the trees, huffs a slight laugh. ]
Pretty amusing, actually. He reverts back to that kindly persona around Kurusu and will do anything to maintain it. I'm sure that will boil over at some point, as he's wont to do, but to your earlier point, friction doesn't seem to be an immediate issue. They seem to get along.
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Date: 2024-12-04 07:48 pm (UTC)[She understands perfectly well that Akechi 'gets along' with other people in the way fire gets along with flesh. And perhaps more to the point, she perfectly well knows that 'kindly persona' still carries with it the same barbs and blades, merely cloaked in politeness and plausible deniability.]
[Of course, she asks this question with warmth and humor, because while she finds it all both puzzling and entirely too obvious all at once, she accepts it as the way of things.]
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Date: 2024-12-04 10:32 pm (UTC)What's wrong with my standards, Venat!
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