Let me surprise you. If you have not yet had breakfast, I will have something here for you.
[ there is a hint of something Happy and Pleased in that note!! and then Yima leaves Misa to come to her, where she is indeed waiting in the manor's study. the hearth is ablaze to fill the room with warmth; the walls are lined with all manner of books on a broad and impressive array of subjects. but more importantly,
Yima is situated in the sitting area by the fireplace where a silver tray is waiting with whatever happens to be Misa's favorite choice in breakfast foods. ]
[ oh, a surprise? That puts a little pep in her step to make her way to Yima's study on the double, and when she gets there, she's poking her head in first after a slight knock.
Not one to be too overly modest, Misa does just as asked and does make herself comfortable, plopping herself down on a plush seat nearby Yima. They're friends and allies working towards the same goal, so why shouldn't she act friendly? Actually, she's in a great mood, too, urged on by the pleased note that had rung in Yima's message. ]
Thanks for the breakfast, [ surprisingly basic, it's just some fruit and toast with a dark colored jam, which she reaches for daintily. ] You should have some too.
[ Yima's smile is warm in the way of a woman well pleased with a child whose come home with an excellent report card. did Misa get a gold star on her last request? maybe!!
and since she did, the Matron is reaching into the folds of her robes to produce something familiar... a certain black notebook with white lettering - unmistakable an instantly recognizable for what it is.
she holds it outward in offer. ]
Though it would please me to sit and eat with you, I'm afraid business calls for me. But...
[ she tilts her head softly, the movement causing ornamentation and jewelry to gently clink, bells jingling, ]
I could not resist being here to deliver this to you in person.
[ It's unmistakable, the surprise on her features, when she sees the black notebook being offered to her. Sure, she'd asked for it — but that, too, had been a small test conducted for herself. How much did Yima really know about the Death Note? About Misa's past? If she could conjure this book from her vague request, then it would tell her a lot about who Yima is as a person, or at least, that's what she figured. Even still, she hadn't been sure it would've been possible to get it back... while she doesn't speak it into words immediately, gratitude is practically radiating off of her. ]
My Death Note...!
[ She murmurs, soft and almost disbelieving. Nothing can describe the pure, vibrant sense of relief she feels about closing her fingers around the book again at last. Reunited with the very best tool and symbol of her devotion to Light's cause, and by extension, Yima's. For the longest time, she's thought she might not ever see it again, and may even one day lose her memory of it... her lips tighten a bit, a wave of sentimentality crashing over her - and she takes the notebook and hugs it to her chest affectionately, as if trying to press it to her very heart. ]
So Yima knew all along...? About everything?
[ The killing, the secrets, her past. Her voice sounds — hopeful, as though she doesn't view Yima knowing about all this as suspicious or something to be worried about in the least. If anything... she'll feel seen, understood. ]
[ The Matron's smile is steady, affectionate in response to Misa's reunion with a much-beloved symbol and tool of her personal cause. Her justice. ]
Is that surprising to you?
[ Yima's dark eyes fall to the book clutched to the Zenite's chest as if it were a precious piece of her soul; maybe, in some ways, Misa would see it that way. An extension of herself. ]
Your Shard is a rare breed. It speaks openly and with purpose; among all the gems of your peers, yours was special to me for that reason.
You have conviction. You have a truth that must be spoken.
[ Her eyes widen a bit at the Matron's words — as much as she loved Light and loved doing and sacrificing all she could for his cause, she'd never really been praised by him for it. At least not like this. And it feels... good, overwhelmingly good, to have her conviction lauded, to be told that she's special. Useful, in some way that's unique from everyone else. Her face flushes, and in the depths of her heart, her chest tightens with excitement and fondness, her already early attachment to Yima intensifying that much more. In the moment, she wants nothing more than to work harder to earn more of this feeling of approval - and inwardly, she makes a vow that she will. She will. ]
It was special to you? Really?
[ For once, Misa seems a little — bashful, awed, not quite like her typical confident and presumptuous self. Her eyes drop lovingly to the book before her, thumbs stroking the black cover with reverence. ]
Misa is able to be strong because of Light... and because of Yima, too. So I want to help you. You don't have to ask me... you can just say, Misa, do this! And I'll do my best. [ Her loyalty has always been her best trait, she thinks - and she's happy to offer it to the one person who had actually reunited her with Light, who had given her the opportunity to reach for power in a way she hadn't been able to before. ] If there's someone you wanted to get rid of, I could do it whenever. If you want...
[ Like Manon, she almost says, but doesn't. From her conversation with Liem, she gets the sense he'd seen something he shouldn't have, and it's always better to snip off a loose end before it causes more trouble, she's found. There's a twinkle in her eye at her offer though - clearly proud to be able to provide such a service in the future. Just like old times - not that she knows that it won't be so simple this time around. It's the thought that counts, she's just happy to kill for mommy, ]
[ The matter of the book's effectiveness is a subject they will need to address, but for now, Yima seems content to focus on Misa's happiness to have been reunited with it.
And, of course, the topic of disposing of unwanted entities, ]
I have had many allies and friends who have come from places much different than mine. I have seen abilities I would not dream possible... and yours is one of them.
Yet, abilities are nothing but tools. What is the most crafty tool of them all in the hands of someone incapable of wielding it?
[ Yima understands Misa not only has the capability, but the motivation and drive to use the book she holds. Yes; she is special. ]
It may take time to return the Note's full power to you. The longer you hold it and the stronger you become - the more of the Zenith, in turn, will gift to you through it. When it does, I will ask but one thing, Misa.
[ The Matron's smile is utterly warm, welcoming. Like curling up in the affectionate embrace of a friend - or your mother's arms after a long, hard day. ]
Let your hand move freely. I trust your judgment.
[ Judgment. In more ways than one. Yima spells it out clearly: she has no qualms with Misa doing as she sees fit once the power is at her fingertips again. ]
[ What a revelation. I trust your judgment. On Earth, Misa had always been perfectly fine resigning herself to follow Light's orders, to crafting herself into the perfect tool for him to wield. She can't think of a single time that she acted on her own that he'd been particularly pleased.... but Yima knows about everything, right? And even still, she has this much faith in her?
It's not like she needs the confidence boost, really. But the Matron's words make her feel bolder, validated. She'd unnecessarily assumed that Yima would be more like Light — would prefer telling her what to do, how, and when. She wouldn't have minded that. No, she would've done so happily, even. But this is different, an exciting kind of different.
She almost feels... well, a little more equal to her. Like they're sharing the vision before them, walking on the same path side by side. Misa nods once in understanding, settling back into the plush cushions, her gaze not leaving her companion for a moment. There's plenty brewing there in her eyes: admiration, curiosity, and most of all, conviction. The conviction that's always at a simmer beneath all of the airy, bubbly surface. ]
Sure, no problem. [ Her words are dreamy - this is all turning out a million times better than she ever thought it would. She really does belong here. ] So all I have to do is get stronger with Zenith. Then I'll be useful to Light and to you.... or, I mean, to us!
[ Unlock the Note's powers.... she'd hardly had any doubts left about Zenith, anyway, and any potential what-ifs that had remained have been erased in about the last two minutes of this interaction. She has no reason to stray way from here, ever, with this book in hand and all that Yima has afforded her. ]
I'll just carry it around everywhere then, to hurry up. [ She laughs, joking about what Yima had said about keeping it in her hold. ] Well, except around other people.
Not everyone can understand the vision of the just.
[ Discretion would be advisable, yes - but... ]
Yet I think you will find someone with whom you may trust to see what you and I see. When you do, would you tell me?
[ For Misa to formulate bonds among her peers and find those among their lot who have the same conviction, the same dogged determination to see their ends met - Yima would like to know who she chooses. ]
Of course I would! I want to find the people who would support Kira, anyway...
[ Because those are the type of people who she knows would strive towards the very same world she is Those types are the only ones she can really, really trust deep down. It's for that reason that she's confident sharing a tidbit: ]
Amos is a good first guess for right now, you know. He knows about the Note already, and he even said he would've helped me get it back. So I think he gets it! [ confident nod!! ] But I hope there will be more. I'll be watching for them. When I find them, I'll be sure to give them the Misa-Misa recommendation. Ahaha.
I know, I'll watch out for the opposite, too. I guess Yima already knows that Misa keeps an eye on those types.
[ She's referring to the news broadcasters she'd executed for speaking against Kira — maybe she wouldn't be able to immediately eliminate naysayers like she could before, but she's happy to tattle on anyone she feels is getting a little too into anti-Zenith sentiment. ]
[ Mention of Amos's name has the satisfied look in Yima's eyes deepening; apparently she agrees with Misa's assessment of his character. ]
Then we will be patient until you find them. Misa... your vision for the future is clear. It is not a gift everyone can share, and there will be those who cannot understand the sacrifices you have made and will make.
Know I see you as you are. I understand.
[ And will be supportive of her, no matter how difficult the choice, how great the sacrifice she makes — or how great a sacrifice asks of others.
Yima rises to her feet to take her leave, and as she passes Misa's chair, her fingers brush lightly against the Zenite's shoulder. It will leave Misa with a feeling of bolstered confidence for the remainder of the day, feeling a deep and resonating connection with the Zenith. ]
We will see what they cannot. When their eyes finally open... they will see as you do.
[ Past the events of the Scorching Isles, NAME will receive... A very nice, handwritten letter! Which, if you prefer the actual easy to read text (fair), is here. ]
[ Also included is Sebastian's address, which is located near the Tomes in Highstorm. Should your character wish to attend (and bring a +1), that log is a mingle style one here! No pressure to tag it if you're busy, but just let me know whether your character attends or not if you can't swing it OOC! ]
[ he's a lot less unsure about contacting her than he was the last time. At this point, Johnny's confident that Misa truly thinks of him as a friend. Character growth!! Now he's simply at his normal level of awkwardness. ]
I mean -- are you busy? I can talk to you later if you're doing something...
[ Misa chirps over their connection, her mental energy as upbeat and friendly as ever. And it's genuine, too: she does like Johnny's company, much more than some of the other Meridians she's been forced to be around in the past stretch of time. So his call is a welcome one. ]
I'm not doing anything— I just finished my nails, actually. What's up?
[ it's nice to hear someone happy to see him (or, well, "see" him - whatever) - his mood brightens instantly just from that. Johnny's grumpy, sure, but he's not so hard to please. ]
Nothing big. [ if he's being totally honest, he mostly just wanted to hear her voice. Springstar's provided him with plenty of amenities, but he still doesn't have many friends. ] I was just thinking about you with all the drama lately, I guess.
[ he doesn't mention Vaeka, largely because he doesn't even remember her name anymore; however, it's definitely at the back of his mind. They'd briefly met then, too - on opposite sides. Again. He'd been hoping to avoid that here. ]
[ She's laughing? She's laughing a little. She likes to hear that she's being thought about, of course — friendly and sociable as Misa is, it's not actually that often that people express serious concern for her, and it didn't happen often on Earth, either. So Johnny's friendly compassion for her is a welcome surprise.
At his question, though, she gives a long, drawn-out sigh, before flopping down on her bed, the sensation of which he might feel through their connection. ]
But yeah, I'm okay. I mean, I'd be more scared of being over there. I was at that debate for Manon's shard, you know. Everyone was yelling so much and getting so mad. Even Dex yelled once, so I guess people are getting weird?
[ she's not wrong about being more scared of being in Springstar - and can probably sense his exasperation from there. ]
Even Dex, huh... [ the yelling part is surprising, to be sure, but Dextera's done some weird things (eating mushrooms off the ground) in front of Johnny, so he can't be too shocked. ] Yeah... There's a ton of guys over here that are really into picking fights, and they're loud about it. I don't know if it's the same way over where you are.
Not really. I feel like most people over here aren't "hot head" types like that...
[ Some of them could be roused to anger, yes, but she feels like those around her in Zenith are more the type to play the long game than to go looking for a fight. That much was obvious even at the debate, when the four of them had unanimously agreed to lose the battle to win the war. Misa herself can be impulsive, but she's far from the type of personality that Johnny describes, raring to look for an opponent and all. ]
I mean, we don't fight with each other very much, even when we talk about serious stuff, like that big message about Manon that got sent out. That's why I'm not so worried. Or maybe it's just because Misa doesn't fight with anybody that I feel that way.
[ But, like he predicts, she does feel the vague sense of his exasperation - he'll get the equivalent of her tilting her head at him. ]
[ There's a strange, near palpable, tension in the air. Lottie may not be experienced with every facet of war or espionage, sabotage, or anything else, but she can feel the shift when her and Misa camp at their chosen location — some distance away from the equipment cache they've targeted. The first half of this trip has been something of a pure glamping. They've found the most inconspicuous place to set up for food, for snacks, and waited. From noon, to dusk.
Esther would be proud of her exercising her patience, truly.
(But for this reason? Probably not.)
Lottie chooses not to dwell on it, the two of them sitting in the dark just watching the guards and memorizing their routine like clockwork. Whenever Misa notices something, Lottie writes it down. Whenever Lottie notices something, Misa corroborates to make sure she's seeing correctly and then they write it down. They get into a routine and eventually they've found an in: a short period of time where no one is guarding the equipment. Five minutes, at most, maybe more because it's been a remarkably slow day. Lottie knows no one can hear them, but she still communes, ]
We're almost ready to go. Should we head down there as soon as we see the guards bump themselves out?
[ Working with Lottie is a refreshing experience for Misa — in most of her other team-ups with her fellow Zenites, her focus is of course being helpful... but most of the time, she ends up trying to get the other party to do the, how you say, heavy lifting parts. Not because she's lazy or anything like that, but more because she's found many people step up to do the heavy lifting with her around anyways, perhaps in part due to her airheaded persona, or her lack of personal history with all the drama that comes with supernatural fighting.
With Lottie, though, it's fun to be on equal footing. She expects the same out of Lottie as she expects from herself — it's a little freeing to work together with a girl friend, the way she would when she would "enlist" (secretly or otherwise) the help of her pals around Tokyo for her Kira work. And besides, she's always happy to work with a fellow Zenite for the cause. She ought to ask Lottie later about her new world and the shard in her possession...
But at the question, she keeps her eyes glued to her binoculars, watching the guards like a hawk. ]
I guess we can start moving a little before? If we hold hands, I'll make it so they won't hear us. That way, we can get a head start!
[ She communes back, cheerfully, and then sets her binoculars down back into her bag. Also inside are some things like oil, a lighter, etc... from what the two of them have catalogued by watching, it seems like the supplies in question being guarded are construction materials for more camps, or perhaps even things like catapults. A bunch of wood and fibers and metals, all in different stages of becoming tools or buildings. ]
[ This isn't the first time Lottie has set out to light something on fire (she thinks back to when her, Amos, and Sebastian thought it cute to try and set the holiday goat on fire — simpler times), and ironically it feels like it won't be the last. It's weirdly.. Fun? Doing this with Misa, even more with the time they've had to prep. She puts her pen and paper down, shoves it aside, to dig into the bag settled by her hip. Two pairs of gloves are taken out, not because they'd leave fingerprints behind, but nail polish (even Ye Olde Polish™) is flammable.
She hands one out towards her, ]
Sounds good to me.
[ Luckily, they've had a test run of the game plan— with Misa allowing Lottie to get comfortable enough with her magic touch to where she won't be a paranoid mess. And, in turn, Lottie showed her a brief demonstration of her own magic ('It's loud, though, you know, chain sounds and stuff,' she said after she dragged their things from one side of the camp to the other to demonstrate.
She slings the bag over her shoulder, putting on her own pair of gloves as she works to tie her hair up. Its color fluctuates, even the length, just bright enough to see in the dark because of how close they are. And after a second, it becomes clear what she's doing: flirting with the idea of insurance and using her glamour. She glances at Misa from the side, gestures at her own face. ]
Real quick— who should I be? I was thinking a librarian could be pretty funny.
[ Misa takes the pair of gloves from her daintily, pulling them on with a satisfied hum. Oh — a quiet one! She almost forgot that someone might hear them. ]
A librarian? Hee hee. That's a good disguise, especially for Lottie.
[ Because librarians are boring and unfashionable, which is the opposite of her? Obviously? Misa gives a cheesy little thumbs up, and weaves her own Disguise Self spell, turning her hair darker, thicker. It's easy to make her skin have a pallor to it, too, as though she rarely leaves the house. Poof on a pair of magic created thick glasses, and the disguise is complete! ]
I think I'll be like a manager type. [ With her own materials packed up aside from what they'll need to start the blaze, she simply holds out her gloved hand to her friend, wiggling her fingers in a bit of a tease. ] Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business, right?
[ In the case they're caught, that is. She really doubts they will be, with that impressive restraining Lottie seems to have... and, well, if worst comes to worst, there's always resorting to a little "erasing." ]
[ Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business — Lottie has to stifle a laugh, actually amused and a little excited despite the very real implication they're going to do something like breaking the law. Or, arguably, worse than the law. Her own gloves hand reaches out to take hers, no longer 'Lottie'. Her hair is short and frizzy, an electric black that blends in just as seamlessly with the ill-fitting clothing draped off her unhealthy frame.
Apparently, Lottie thinks librarians are both boring, unfashionable, and so book obsessed there's no time to get dressed properly (note, the detail of the mismatched socks on her loafers). ]
Just two boring girls who are looking for the next big book to put on their catalogue, right?
[ With their hands interlocked, and a last wink and nod from Misa, she begins tugging them down the hill through the cover of the trees. And, as she'd explained, as their feet step over dry leaves and twigs, no sound is made in response — the heels of their (ugly, tacky) shoes phase right through the dry foliage, allowing them to avoid drawing attention.
Once they make it to the edge of the clearing, right before the driven path is that leads to their destination, Misa tugs them both inside the trunk of a large tree — her intangibility allowing them phase through and be hidden by the wood itself. It's big enough to obscure them both from view, so long as they stay huddled close. ]
Okay, once this wagon passes, we'll have to make a run for it.
[ She communes - and even though they can't see anything so long as they're hidden inside the tree's sturdy base, the sound of the wagon's wheels turning is still audible, getting louder with each passing second. ]
You're so much taller than me, you should probably lead and run as fast as you can... I'll keep up, I promise!
[ It's pitch black and terrifyingly dark. Lottie feels the slightest bit of unease prickle at her skin— anything that is new and foreign to her tends to do that. But she doesn't feel scared, per se. She thinks it has something to do with Misa so easily going over their plan, keeping her grounded in a way that doesn't allow her mind to answer. To think.
The passing of the wagon just signals how little time they have left to even be here, and she nods. When she realizes Misa can't even see it, much less hear it with how everything is deafened inside the tree trunk, she communes— ]
Got it.
[ There's a few tense seconds that follow, where she strains her ears for sound. The wheels of the wagon fades away, grows weaker and weaker. Her hands squeeze tighter around Misa's, thankful that they're wearing gloves so she can't tell how nervous she really is before she bolts. Lottie's legs are long, and while her body fights against her for most of everything, sprinting for this bout of distance they need is no issue. Their steps are still quiet, their bodies unseen by the guards they pass by.
The only thing that clues them into a presence is a gentle gust of wind, all of which they shrug off as nature. They're out in the wilderness, it's bound to happen. It works out perfect for the two of them when they reach the part of the camp they've been eyeing, the supply point virtually unguarded and empty.
Good. This is good. Lottie turns to look down at Misa, slinging her free arm to let her bag dangle by her front— it's where all the supplies they need are to actually commit this crime, Lottie having made sure to pack one for Misa, too, so she can roam as she pleases. ]
Back there— [ Not quite so far off from them is a thick batch of supplies, perched in front of a barely there skeleton of a building comprised of wood. ] we should definitely aim for that one.
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lifespanned) wrote2022-10-10 06:41 pm
communion, early Emru (Jan)
hello collect call from mom do you accept, ]
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Ohh, well, if it isn't Yima!
[ it might be the early morning, but she's chipper as ever, very obviously happy to receive a call from her. ]
What's up? You surprised me, hee hee...
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[ does anyone say Misa's name like that since Rem? no? a single tear rolls down my cheek. it's Fond, ]
I hope I am not disturbing you. Do you have a moment to see me in the study?
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Oh, sure! I'll head over there right now - I was just about to go out anyway. Let me guess, you need Misa's help with something?
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[ there is a hint of something Happy and Pleased in that note!! and then Yima leaves Misa to come to her, where she is indeed waiting in the manor's study. the hearth is ablaze to fill the room with warmth; the walls are lined with all manner of books on a broad and impressive array of subjects. but more importantly,
Yima is situated in the sitting area by the fireplace where a silver tray is waiting with whatever happens to be Misa's favorite choice in breakfast foods. ]
Come and make yourself comfortable.
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Not one to be too overly modest, Misa does just as asked and does make herself comfortable, plopping herself down on a plush seat nearby Yima. They're friends and allies working towards the same goal, so why shouldn't she act friendly? Actually, she's in a great mood, too, urged on by the pleased note that had rung in Yima's message. ]
Thanks for the breakfast, [ surprisingly basic, it's just some fruit and toast with a dark colored jam, which she reaches for daintily. ] You should have some too.
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and since she did, the Matron is reaching into the folds of her robes to produce something familiar... a certain black notebook with white lettering - unmistakable an instantly recognizable for what it is.
she holds it outward in offer. ]
Though it would please me to sit and eat with you, I'm afraid business calls for me. But...
[ she tilts her head softly, the movement causing ornamentation and jewelry to gently clink, bells jingling, ]
I could not resist being here to deliver this to you in person.
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My Death Note...!
[ She murmurs, soft and almost disbelieving. Nothing can describe the pure, vibrant sense of relief she feels about closing her fingers around the book again at last. Reunited with the very best tool and symbol of her devotion to Light's cause, and by extension, Yima's. For the longest time, she's thought she might not ever see it again, and may even one day lose her memory of it... her lips tighten a bit, a wave of sentimentality crashing over her - and she takes the notebook and hugs it to her chest affectionately, as if trying to press it to her very heart. ]
So Yima knew all along...? About everything?
[ The killing, the secrets, her past. Her voice sounds — hopeful, as though she doesn't view Yima knowing about all this as suspicious or something to be worried about in the least. If anything... she'll feel seen, understood. ]
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Is that surprising to you?
[ Yima's dark eyes fall to the book clutched to the Zenite's chest as if it were a precious piece of her soul; maybe, in some ways, Misa would see it that way. An extension of herself. ]
Your Shard is a rare breed. It speaks openly and with purpose; among all the gems of your peers, yours was special to me for that reason.
You have conviction. You have a truth that must be spoken.
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It was special to you? Really?
[ For once, Misa seems a little — bashful, awed, not quite like her typical confident and presumptuous self. Her eyes drop lovingly to the book before her, thumbs stroking the black cover with reverence. ]
Misa is able to be strong because of Light... and because of Yima, too. So I want to help you. You don't have to ask me... you can just say, Misa, do this! And I'll do my best. [ Her loyalty has always been her best trait, she thinks - and she's happy to offer it to the one person who had actually reunited her with Light, who had given her the opportunity to reach for power in a way she hadn't been able to before. ] If there's someone you wanted to get rid of, I could do it whenever. If you want...
[ Like Manon, she almost says, but doesn't. From her conversation with Liem, she gets the sense he'd seen something he shouldn't have, and it's always better to snip off a loose end before it causes more trouble, she's found. There's a twinkle in her eye at her offer though - clearly proud to be able to provide such a service in the future. Just like old times - not that she knows that it won't be so simple this time around. It's the thought that counts, she's just happy to kill for mommy, ]
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And, of course, the topic of disposing of unwanted entities, ]
I have had many allies and friends who have come from places much different than mine. I have seen abilities I would not dream possible... and yours is one of them.
Yet, abilities are nothing but tools. What is the most crafty tool of them all in the hands of someone incapable of wielding it?
[ Yima understands Misa not only has the capability, but the motivation and drive to use the book she holds. Yes; she is special. ]
It may take time to return the Note's full power to you. The longer you hold it and the stronger you become - the more of the Zenith, in turn, will gift to you through it. When it does, I will ask but one thing, Misa.
[ The Matron's smile is utterly warm, welcoming. Like curling up in the affectionate embrace of a friend - or your mother's arms after a long, hard day. ]
Let your hand move freely. I trust your judgment.
[ Judgment. In more ways than one. Yima spells it out clearly: she has no qualms with Misa doing as she sees fit once the power is at her fingertips again. ]
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It's not like she needs the confidence boost, really. But the Matron's words make her feel bolder, validated. She'd unnecessarily assumed that Yima would be more like Light — would prefer telling her what to do, how, and when. She wouldn't have minded that. No, she would've done so happily, even. But this is different, an exciting kind of different.
She almost feels... well, a little more equal to her. Like they're sharing the vision before them, walking on the same path side by side. Misa nods once in understanding, settling back into the plush cushions, her gaze not leaving her companion for a moment. There's plenty brewing there in her eyes: admiration, curiosity, and most of all, conviction. The conviction that's always at a simmer beneath all of the airy, bubbly surface. ]
Sure, no problem. [ Her words are dreamy - this is all turning out a million times better than she ever thought it would. She really does belong here. ] So all I have to do is get stronger with Zenith. Then I'll be useful to Light and to you.... or, I mean, to us!
[ Unlock the Note's powers.... she'd hardly had any doubts left about Zenith, anyway, and any potential what-ifs that had remained have been erased in about the last two minutes of this interaction. She has no reason to stray way from here, ever, with this book in hand and all that Yima has afforded her. ]
I'll just carry it around everywhere then, to hurry up. [ She laughs, joking about what Yima had said about keeping it in her hold. ] Well, except around other people.
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[ Discretion would be advisable, yes - but... ]
Yet I think you will find someone with whom you may trust to see what you and I see. When you do, would you tell me?
[ For Misa to formulate bonds among her peers and find those among their lot who have the same conviction, the same dogged determination to see their ends met - Yima would like to know who she chooses. ]
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[ Because those are the type of people who she knows would strive towards the very same world she is Those types are the only ones she can really, really trust deep down. It's for that reason that she's confident sharing a tidbit: ]
Amos is a good first guess for right now, you know. He knows about the Note already, and he even said he would've helped me get it back. So I think he gets it! [ confident nod!! ] But I hope there will be more. I'll be watching for them. When I find them, I'll be sure to give them the Misa-Misa recommendation. Ahaha.
I know, I'll watch out for the opposite, too. I guess Yima already knows that Misa keeps an eye on those types.
[ She's referring to the news broadcasters she'd executed for speaking against Kira — maybe she wouldn't be able to immediately eliminate naysayers like she could before, but she's happy to tattle on anyone she feels is getting a little too into anti-Zenith sentiment. ]
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Then we will be patient until you find them. Misa... your vision for the future is clear. It is not a gift everyone can share, and there will be those who cannot understand the sacrifices you have made and will make.
Know I see you as you are. I understand.
[ And will be supportive of her, no matter how difficult the choice, how great the sacrifice she makes — or how great a sacrifice asks of others.
Yima rises to her feet to take her leave, and as she passes Misa's chair, her fingers brush lightly against the Zenite's shoulder. It will leave Misa with a feeling of bolstered confidence for the remainder of the day, feeling a deep and resonating connection with the Zenith. ]
We will see what they cannot. When their eyes finally open... they will see as you do.
a letter sent at the start of emru
[ Also included is Sebastian's address, which is located near the Tomes in Highstorm. Should your character wish to attend (and bring a +1), that log is a mingle style one here! No pressure to tag it if you're busy, but just let me know whether your character attends or not if you can't swing it OOC! ]
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[ he's a lot less unsure about contacting her than he was the last time. At this point, Johnny's confident that Misa truly thinks of him as a friend. Character growth!! Now he's simply at his normal level of awkwardness. ]
I mean -- are you busy? I can talk to you later if you're doing something...
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[ Misa chirps over their connection, her mental energy as upbeat and friendly as ever. And it's genuine, too: she does like Johnny's company, much more than some of the other Meridians she's been forced to be around in the past stretch of time. So his call is a welcome one. ]
I'm not doing anything— I just finished my nails, actually. What's up?
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Nothing big. [ if he's being totally honest, he mostly just wanted to hear her voice. Springstar's provided him with plenty of amenities, but he still doesn't have many friends. ] I was just thinking about you with all the drama lately, I guess.
[ he doesn't mention Vaeka, largely because he doesn't even remember her name anymore; however, it's definitely at the back of his mind. They'd briefly met then, too - on opposite sides. Again. He'd been hoping to avoid that here. ]
You good over there? People are getting weird.
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[ She's laughing? She's laughing a little. She likes to hear that she's being thought about, of course — friendly and sociable as Misa is, it's not actually that often that people express serious concern for her, and it didn't happen often on Earth, either. So Johnny's friendly compassion for her is a welcome surprise.
At his question, though, she gives a long, drawn-out sigh, before flopping down on her bed, the sensation of which he might feel through their connection. ]
But yeah, I'm okay. I mean, I'd be more scared of being over there. I was at that debate for Manon's shard, you know. Everyone was yelling so much and getting so mad. Even Dex yelled once, so I guess people are getting weird?
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Even Dex, huh... [ the yelling part is surprising, to be sure, but Dextera's done some weird things (eating mushrooms off the ground) in front of Johnny, so he can't be too shocked. ] Yeah... There's a ton of guys over here that are really into picking fights, and they're loud about it. I don't know if it's the same way over where you are.
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[ Some of them could be roused to anger, yes, but she feels like those around her in Zenith are more the type to play the long game than to go looking for a fight. That much was obvious even at the debate, when the four of them had unanimously agreed to lose the battle to win the war. Misa herself can be impulsive, but she's far from the type of personality that Johnny describes, raring to look for an opponent and all. ]
I mean, we don't fight with each other very much, even when we talk about serious stuff, like that big message about Manon that got sent out. That's why I'm not so worried. Or maybe it's just because Misa doesn't fight with anybody that I feel that way.
[ But, like he predicts, she does feel the vague sense of his exasperation - he'll get the equivalent of her tilting her head at him. ]
Are you worried about the people over there?
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Esther would be proud of her exercising her patience, truly.
(But for this reason? Probably not.)
Lottie chooses not to dwell on it, the two of them sitting in the dark just watching the guards and memorizing their routine like clockwork. Whenever Misa notices something, Lottie writes it down. Whenever Lottie notices something, Misa corroborates to make sure she's seeing correctly and then they write it down. They get into a routine and eventually they've found an in: a short period of time where no one is guarding the equipment. Five minutes, at most, maybe more because it's been a remarkably slow day. Lottie knows no one can hear them, but she still communes, ]
We're almost ready to go. Should we head down there as soon as we see the guards bump themselves out?
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With Lottie, though, it's fun to be on equal footing. She expects the same out of Lottie as she expects from herself — it's a little freeing to work together with a girl friend, the way she would when she would "enlist" (secretly or otherwise) the help of her pals around Tokyo for her Kira work. And besides, she's always happy to work with a fellow Zenite for the cause. She ought to ask Lottie later about her new world and the shard in her possession...
But at the question, she keeps her eyes glued to her binoculars, watching the guards like a hawk. ]
I guess we can start moving a little before? If we hold hands, I'll make it so they won't hear us. That way, we can get a head start!
[ She communes back, cheerfully, and then sets her binoculars down back into her bag. Also inside are some things like oil, a lighter, etc... from what the two of them have catalogued by watching, it seems like the supplies in question being guarded are construction materials for more camps, or perhaps even things like catapults. A bunch of wood and fibers and metals, all in different stages of becoming tools or buildings. ]
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She hands one out towards her, ]
Sounds good to me.
[ Luckily, they've had a test run of the game plan— with Misa allowing Lottie to get comfortable enough with her magic touch to where she won't be a paranoid mess. And, in turn, Lottie showed her a brief demonstration of her own magic ('It's loud, though, you know, chain sounds and stuff,' she said after she dragged their things from one side of the camp to the other to demonstrate.
She slings the bag over her shoulder, putting on her own pair of gloves as she works to tie her hair up. Its color fluctuates, even the length, just bright enough to see in the dark because of how close they are. And after a second, it becomes clear what she's doing: flirting with the idea of insurance and using her glamour. She glances at Misa from the side, gestures at her own face. ]
Real quick— who should I be? I was thinking a librarian could be pretty funny.
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A librarian? Hee hee. That's a good disguise, especially for Lottie.
[ Because librarians are boring and unfashionable, which is the opposite of her? Obviously? Misa gives a cheesy little thumbs up, and weaves her own Disguise Self spell, turning her hair darker, thicker. It's easy to make her skin have a pallor to it, too, as though she rarely leaves the house. Poof on a pair of magic created thick glasses, and the disguise is complete! ]
I think I'll be like a manager type. [ With her own materials packed up aside from what they'll need to start the blaze, she simply holds out her gloved hand to her friend, wiggling her fingers in a bit of a tease. ] Just two boring girls who know nothing about any of this funny business, right?
[ In the case they're caught, that is. She really doubts they will be, with that impressive restraining Lottie seems to have... and, well, if worst comes to worst, there's always resorting to a little "erasing." ]
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Apparently, Lottie thinks librarians are both boring, unfashionable, and so book obsessed there's no time to get dressed properly (note, the detail of the mismatched socks on her loafers). ]
Just two boring girls who are looking for the next big book to put on their catalogue, right?
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Once they make it to the edge of the clearing, right before the driven path is that leads to their destination, Misa tugs them both inside the trunk of a large tree — her intangibility allowing them phase through and be hidden by the wood itself. It's big enough to obscure them both from view, so long as they stay huddled close. ]
Okay, once this wagon passes, we'll have to make a run for it.
[ She communes - and even though they can't see anything so long as they're hidden inside the tree's sturdy base, the sound of the wagon's wheels turning is still audible, getting louder with each passing second. ]
You're so much taller than me, you should probably lead and run as fast as you can... I'll keep up, I promise!
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The passing of the wagon just signals how little time they have left to even be here, and she nods. When she realizes Misa can't even see it, much less hear it with how everything is deafened inside the tree trunk, she communes— ]
Got it.
[ There's a few tense seconds that follow, where she strains her ears for sound. The wheels of the wagon fades away, grows weaker and weaker. Her hands squeeze tighter around Misa's, thankful that they're wearing gloves so she can't tell how nervous she really is before she bolts. Lottie's legs are long, and while her body fights against her for most of everything, sprinting for this bout of distance they need is no issue. Their steps are still quiet, their bodies unseen by the guards they pass by.
The only thing that clues them into a presence is a gentle gust of wind, all of which they shrug off as nature. They're out in the wilderness, it's bound to happen. It works out perfect for the two of them when they reach the part of the camp they've been eyeing, the supply point virtually unguarded and empty.
Good. This is good. Lottie turns to look down at Misa, slinging her free arm to let her bag dangle by her front— it's where all the supplies they need are to actually commit this crime, Lottie having made sure to pack one for Misa, too, so she can roam as she pleases. ]
Back there— [ Not quite so far off from them is a thick batch of supplies, perched in front of a barely there skeleton of a building comprised of wood. ] we should definitely aim for that one.