Otono-Tachibana Makie (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therewerefifty) wrote2013-07-21 09:10 pm
therewerefifty) wrote2013-07-21 09:10 pm
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[This morning she coughs, and there is blood on her palm.
She has no idea how long she sits, curled up in the blanket and leaning against her bed, staring at those damning traces. It's not a lot. It's all she needs. Makie knows the symptoms well enough, watching as her mother wasted away over the passage of time. Suspected from nearly the very beginning. Feared and denied. There's no denying it now.
She showers and dresses without a word, paying barely any attention beyond making sure to wash her hands thoroughly. Her mind is turned inwards. Seems that she's inherited more than her mother's profession, then. How fitting. Fuki took less than a year to succumb, but her living conditions were squalid. She has no idea if that's a good length of time or not. In a place with cleanliness and running hot water, maybe it will be much longer.
What does that mean, in a place like Luceti? They say the dead come back to life. Does she merely have to serve penance the once and come back healthy, or... does she look forward to dying time and again as the disease runs its course over and over? She should find out. She should... somehow... it's hard. How? She can't see herself asking on the journals about it. That would be telegraphing it to the town, and far too much attention. Unlike her home, she has a half hopeful, half afraid thought that the people she has met won't take the news well. She doesn't want to draw all that-- no, she should tell people. Saori. Rin. They deserve that much.
...she's in a house with too many people. She should leave. It's safer. Plenty of empty apartments. She can isolate herself and make sure she's no burden to anyone.
She doesn't want to. That's a surprise.
Life is good, here.
Then there are tears, and she packs her things. There aren't many.
Order of business. She's a coward, and leaves a letter on her bed, addressed to Saori:
I'm very sorry, but I feel I need to move away for a while. You've all been very good to me, and I thank you. It isn't because of anything any of you have done. I don't know how to filter on the journal. If you write to me later, I will explain.
- Makie
After that, she visits three places:
- the forge, to pick up her hopefully now repaired weapon.
- Seventh Heaven, although by 'visit' she'll stay outside and ask one of the staff to fetch Rin, if they could
- finally, community building #1 on a search for Tenten. She met the girl in a kitchen when she first arrived, and she needs to return a sword.
After that, well. She still has a list of empty apartments. She'll find a quiet one somewhere.]
((ooc: despite Makie's intentions, housemates are more than welcome to action in on her before she leaves the house if they prefer. She'll still be visiting these places regardless of the fallout-- where she ends up at the end of the day may change, that's all. Chrissakes Makie, it's not the 18th century, go see a doctor :|))
She has no idea how long she sits, curled up in the blanket and leaning against her bed, staring at those damning traces. It's not a lot. It's all she needs. Makie knows the symptoms well enough, watching as her mother wasted away over the passage of time. Suspected from nearly the very beginning. Feared and denied. There's no denying it now.
She showers and dresses without a word, paying barely any attention beyond making sure to wash her hands thoroughly. Her mind is turned inwards. Seems that she's inherited more than her mother's profession, then. How fitting. Fuki took less than a year to succumb, but her living conditions were squalid. She has no idea if that's a good length of time or not. In a place with cleanliness and running hot water, maybe it will be much longer.
What does that mean, in a place like Luceti? They say the dead come back to life. Does she merely have to serve penance the once and come back healthy, or... does she look forward to dying time and again as the disease runs its course over and over? She should find out. She should... somehow... it's hard. How? She can't see herself asking on the journals about it. That would be telegraphing it to the town, and far too much attention. Unlike her home, she has a half hopeful, half afraid thought that the people she has met won't take the news well. She doesn't want to draw all that-- no, she should tell people. Saori. Rin. They deserve that much.
...she's in a house with too many people. She should leave. It's safer. Plenty of empty apartments. She can isolate herself and make sure she's no burden to anyone.
She doesn't want to. That's a surprise.
Life is good, here.
Then there are tears, and she packs her things. There aren't many.
Order of business. She's a coward, and leaves a letter on her bed, addressed to Saori:
I'm very sorry, but I feel I need to move away for a while. You've all been very good to me, and I thank you. It isn't because of anything any of you have done. I don't know how to filter on the journal. If you write to me later, I will explain.
- Makie
After that, she visits three places:
- the forge, to pick up her hopefully now repaired weapon.
- Seventh Heaven, although by 'visit' she'll stay outside and ask one of the staff to fetch Rin, if they could
- finally, community building #1 on a search for Tenten. She met the girl in a kitchen when she first arrived, and she needs to return a sword.
After that, well. She still has a list of empty apartments. She'll find a quiet one somewhere.]
((ooc: despite Makie's intentions, housemates are more than welcome to action in on her before she leaves the house if they prefer. She'll still be visiting these places regardless of the fallout-- where she ends up at the end of the day may change, that's all. Chrissakes Makie, it's not the 18th century, go see a doctor :|))
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After a moment, she replies, cautiously polite. He...didn't seem like the drinking type. Not during the day, in any case.]
I don't. [And she makes a note not to. Ever. 8|] I'm here to return something to a... a young woman.
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Oh? Are you learning sword- [Play? Fighting? Or is it play? Eh, he'll go with play.] -fighting from her? I don't think most people in Luceti tend to forget their weapons at people's houses. Unless you two had a really wild night together! Hahahahaha! [He still laughs at his own joke, but there's a forced undertone to it today.]
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We aren't getting married, Mr Vash. [It's more blunt than usual, delivered in a dull tone.] Her name is Tenten. Do you know her?
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Ha...hah...]I'll take a look, then. Thank you.
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You feeling alright, Makie? You're looking a little pale.
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...the... elevator.
That doesn't exist.
....]
Are all the community buildings meant to have an elevator?
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But if you're sick maybe you should go home and lay down for a bit. I'm sure she wouldn't mind coming to you or waiting a bit to get her weapon back.
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I run my own errands, Mr Vash. I'll be going home to rest shortly.
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I may look awful, I suppose. Yet I am not the one weaving in the hallways. Are you ill, or merely drunk?
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[...] Am I?
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What were they talking about before this? His mind is for once hazy with all the drinking he's done today.]
I'm not wandering. I'm getting something. [More booze, but it counts as something. And Makie, was delivering something. Something- that's right.] I can return her weapon to her if you want to go home and rest. Or maybe she could come to you.
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I appreciate the offer, but I would much rather deliver it in person. I'll return home after that.
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And she won't be coming back.
This is not a subject she has the energy for. At least he managed to point out the right building to her...maybe he does know Tenten after all. Or maybe it's luck.]
Thank you, Mr Vash. Please take care of yourself.
[And she pulls her shawl a little tighter and makes for the door.]