Maketh Tua (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
mismanagement) wrote2016-01-25 02:02 pm
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IC Contact Post [Hadriel]
This is Maketh Tua. State your business.
[Maketh has, but doesn't wish to discuss it right now. She drinks some coffee, instead. To her surprise, it tastes almost right. Coffee never tastes exactly right unless she makes it herself.] To frighten someone, I assume.
[She pauses.] Did you?
[She pauses.] Did you?
Wow, so smart. Of course to scare someone. [Thank you, Sherlock!!]
Yeah. It was hilarious.
[Unfortunately, Emily had been too busy wanting to murder Rhys to enjoy scaring the shit out of him. ...now that she thinks about it, this is kind of the opposite of the prank on Hannah. Rather than do it solely for the laugh (and end up accidentally killing her...sort of), Emily had gone into this fully intending to kill Rhys.
Honestly, fuck Rage.]
But also, it took awhile to get the makeup done, so since I couldn't, like, not want to kill Rhys, I figured I'd do all I could to spend as little time looking for him as possible.
Yeah. It was hilarious.
[Unfortunately, Emily had been too busy wanting to murder Rhys to enjoy scaring the shit out of him. ...now that she thinks about it, this is kind of the opposite of the prank on Hannah. Rather than do it solely for the laugh (and end up accidentally killing her...sort of), Emily had gone into this fully intending to kill Rhys.
Honestly, fuck Rage.]
But also, it took awhile to get the makeup done, so since I couldn't, like, not want to kill Rhys, I figured I'd do all I could to spend as little time looking for him as possible.
[There's no need to be rude about it. Honestly. Maketh rolls her eyes.]
Well, I'm glad you didn't.
[That ought to be said. Just in case. Maketh drinks her coffee, in the meantime.]
Why the...slit-mouthed woman, though?
Well, I'm glad you didn't.
[That ought to be said. Just in case. Maketh drinks her coffee, in the meantime.]
Why the...slit-mouthed woman, though?
[Get used to it, bitch.
As much as Emily hates to admit it, Chris was right. She would've regretted murdering Rhys, and she's really glad she didn't. All her excuses for wanting to kill him are shit. Sure, he's kind of an idiot (okay, a lot an idiot), and extremely inconsiderate, but those aren't grounds to kill him. Emily isn't actually sure there are grounds on which she'd kill anyone, so yeah. It's good that she didn't.]
Same.
[That's as much of a thanks as Maketh will get on the matter.
As for her question, Emily shrugs.] First ghost that came to mind. Easy to pull off, too.
[And, like, why not.]
You're not gonna freak out over this shit later, are you? I'm not in the mood to get punched in the next rest of my life.
As much as Emily hates to admit it, Chris was right. She would've regretted murdering Rhys, and she's really glad she didn't. All her excuses for wanting to kill him are shit. Sure, he's kind of an idiot (okay, a lot an idiot), and extremely inconsiderate, but those aren't grounds to kill him. Emily isn't actually sure there are grounds on which she'd kill anyone, so yeah. It's good that she didn't.]
Same.
[That's as much of a thanks as Maketh will get on the matter.
As for her question, Emily shrugs.] First ghost that came to mind. Easy to pull off, too.
[And, like, why not.]
You're not gonna freak out over this shit later, are you? I'm not in the mood to get punched in the next rest of my life.
Ghosts don't frighten me. [Maketh makes a face, glaring down at her coffee. She wishes dearly that she'd been better that day, with the mirrors and what they prompted. But it did happen, and she had to survive the aftermath.
It could have been much worse. They've come to an understanding now.
Maketh rocks back on her heels.] I can't promise I won't do it again. Not when the gods can warp our perception of reality. I don't wish to, for whatever that counts for.
It could have been much worse. They've come to an understanding now.
Maketh rocks back on her heels.] I can't promise I won't do it again. Not when the gods can warp our perception of reality. I don't wish to, for whatever that counts for.
[This is another thing Emily regularly does, bring up things you've done to her. (If the reverse occurs, she'll find a way to dismiss it quickly, how dare you.) It's not personal so much as a way of reminding people that she has (or should have) the upper hand.
And really, Emily gets what Maketh is saying. For someone so stubborn, and so obsessed with being in control, Emily sure does lose it a lot where these gods are concerned.]
Yeah. Same. So, like, in that case, it wouldn't be your fault. I'd still be pissed, but I wouldn't be pissed at you for very long.
[She imagines the opposite would be the same, though she wouldn't be happy about having to apologize and wait for Maketh or whoever to get over it.]
And really, Emily gets what Maketh is saying. For someone so stubborn, and so obsessed with being in control, Emily sure does lose it a lot where these gods are concerned.]
Yeah. Same. So, like, in that case, it wouldn't be your fault. I'd still be pissed, but I wouldn't be pissed at you for very long.
[She imagines the opposite would be the same, though she wouldn't be happy about having to apologize and wait for Maketh or whoever to get over it.]
[Maketh nods slowly.] I don't blame the woman who did this to me.
[Carrying a grudge won't help anything. She has to be objective about these things as best she can.]
[Carrying a grudge won't help anything. She has to be objective about these things as best she can.]
[Maybe carrying a grudge for Rage-induced bullshit won't help, but holding a grudge for other shit someone has done? That's totally allowed.]
Whatever, she's still a bitch.
Whatever, she's still a bitch.
Perhaps. I wouldn't know. [Maketh lowers her mug slowly.] Oh. She was rude to you. On the network. I'd forgotten about that.
'Rude'? Seriously? So do you think Rage was just, like, giving us some anger management training? [HONESTLY, MAKETH.] That bitch is willfully ignorant. That's a level or ten beyond just 'rude'.
[Maketh hesitates.] No, I...I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I'm not saying it right.
No, you're absolutely not. [Emily huffs.] At least you know when to stop and say you're sorry.
[It's not quite a compliment. Maketh drinks her coffee slowly, trying to parse her way around the situation. She always ends up feeling confused by Emily.] I'm trying.
[She hesitates.] Do you want to sit down?
[She hesitates.] Do you want to sit down?
[An invitation to sit means they're on the way to... maybe not friendship, but more than being acquintances (or people who fight with each other). And that's good and all, but there's no need to go straight from bitching at each other into heart-to-heart territory.
Besides, Emily doesn't have any coffee of her own right now, and like hell is she going to sit here and watch Maketh drink hers.]
No thanks. I'm gonna take this knife back and make myself some coffee of my own. [She pauses.] If you get healed in, like, a day or two, bring us back the cup.
[If not, she'll send Josh over or something.]
Besides, Emily doesn't have any coffee of her own right now, and like hell is she going to sit here and watch Maketh drink hers.]
No thanks. I'm gonna take this knife back and make myself some coffee of my own. [She pauses.] If you get healed in, like, a day or two, bring us back the cup.
[If not, she'll send Josh over or something.]
[That's probably for the best, because if Emily did stay, then Maketh would be obliged to fix her something - a coffee of her own - and that wouldn't end well for either of them. The coffee maker requires two hands at the best of times.
These are not the best of times.
But it's something. It's almost polite.
Maketh still isn't quite sure how that's happened. For a while she had assumed she'd spend a good deal of energy avoiding Emily after what had happened. Instead they've become...well, not friends, but something.
Civilians make no sense at all.]
I will. Thank you, Emily.
These are not the best of times.
But it's something. It's almost polite.
Maketh still isn't quite sure how that's happened. For a while she had assumed she'd spend a good deal of energy avoiding Emily after what had happened. Instead they've become...well, not friends, but something.
Civilians make no sense at all.]
I will. Thank you, Emily.
[It's not really fair to judge the rest of the world by how Emily acts, but it's not something Emily cares nearly enough about anyway. So she just shrugs, picking up the knife, relieved beyond measure that she didn't end up stabbing Rhys with it. Probably would've hurt like a motherfucker.]
No problem.
[She doesn't smile when she says that, and she offers a quick smirk as she heads out, leaving the brief moment of awkwardness behind.]
No problem.
[She doesn't smile when she says that, and she offers a quick smirk as she heads out, leaving the brief moment of awkwardness behind.]
[after tyki's post...]
Thanks. For looking out for me.
[Maketh's intuition had been right on the money. Lilith hadn't trusted Tyki while he was trying to cut her down, and hearing him talk about her like that actually makes her want to trust him even less.]
That guy's slippery, Maketh. There's something up with him. I don't know what the hell he thinks he's trying to pull.
Thanks. For looking out for me.
[Maketh's intuition had been right on the money. Lilith hadn't trusted Tyki while he was trying to cut her down, and hearing him talk about her like that actually makes her want to trust him even less.]
That guy's slippery, Maketh. There's something up with him. I don't know what the hell he thinks he's trying to pull.
[Maketh is very glad to be hearing from Lilith, though she tries to hide exactly how much. The video has her rattled.]
Of course. You -- you are very important.
[As an ally, but also as a friend. Lilith has seen Maketh at her worst and - like Henry - hasn't sneered at her because of it. Of course Maketh will defend her.]
On that, we are agreed. I had hoped we would have more time before the Door pulled in someone dangerous, but we will have to improvise.
[She hesitates.]
He hurt you. Not badly, but...can you match him, if he tries again?
Of course. You -- you are very important.
[As an ally, but also as a friend. Lilith has seen Maketh at her worst and - like Henry - hasn't sneered at her because of it. Of course Maketh will defend her.]
On that, we are agreed. I had hoped we would have more time before the Door pulled in someone dangerous, but we will have to improvise.
[She hesitates.]
He hurt you. Not badly, but...can you match him, if he tries again?
[She offers a hesitant smile. In spite of the circumstance, hearing that-- she's important to her-- means a great deal.]
You're important, too. He's trying to bait me-- and maybe now you, too. If you can manage, stay away.
[A beat. Lilith shifts, uncomfortable, before reluctantly admitting:]
I don't know. I really, really got lucky: he wanted to kill that other guy, Kanda, more than me. When I fought him, it was like-- it was like nothing had an effect on him. I don't understand.
You're important, too. He's trying to bait me-- and maybe now you, too. If you can manage, stay away.
[A beat. Lilith shifts, uncomfortable, before reluctantly admitting:]
I don't know. I really, really got lucky: he wanted to kill that other guy, Kanda, more than me. When I fought him, it was like-- it was like nothing had an effect on him. I don't understand.
I will do my best. [It's hard not to snap at the man and yell until he backs down, but even Maketh - at the back of her mind - knows better.]
This is...worrying. I won't deny that. If it comes to it, you're fast enough to dodge him. I'll make inquiries for a proper counterattack.
[If it comes to that. It might.]
This is...worrying. I won't deny that. If it comes to it, you're fast enough to dodge him. I'll make inquiries for a proper counterattack.
[If it comes to that. It might.]
Maketh. Have ever you spared a thought for your legacy, if the Door should expel thee? [There is something glum in Henry's tone of voice as he speaks.] The innumerable hours that you have invested into your notes. The marks you have left on this city. The proof of your existence.
I...not really, no. I always considered my notes to be enough.
Is something wrong?
Is something wrong?
[Stubbornly, he does not answer her question, even though he does want to talk.
Wrong is an entirely inappropriate word, because what has happened is a good thing. Dorian is free of this wretched city. Henry is glad for it. And yet, on a selfish level, he is also upset by it. He certainly cannot express that, however -- especially not when the loss of a friend helplessly reminds him of Iamarl.
Thus, these offshoot thoughts that he can speak.]
Even if they were to lie forgotten in your absence? ...I wonder if we should not consider keeping public records.
Wrong is an entirely inappropriate word, because what has happened is a good thing. Dorian is free of this wretched city. Henry is glad for it. And yet, on a selfish level, he is also upset by it. He certainly cannot express that, however -- especially not when the loss of a friend helplessly reminds him of Iamarl.
Thus, these offshoot thoughts that he can speak.]
Even if they were to lie forgotten in your absence? ...I wonder if we should not consider keeping public records.
That might be a good idea. [Information should be public, Maketh thinks, or else it's not much use to the people who might one day need it. But there's something else going on here, something she can't quite place.] Henry. Something has happened. What is it?
[Henry sighs, and grimaces to himself as he reluctantly concedes.]
Dorian is gone.
Dorian is gone.
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