15strangers | SING, O GODDESS

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*round 7

SING, O GODDESS

SING, O GODDESS

[The place that Zagreus brings them to is an abandoned house. Like the rest of Greece, at first the grass and plants are dead, withered. But only at first.

As everyone files into the garden, it starts to slowly come to life. flowers begin to bloom. Fruits and vegetables start to sprout from the soil. The trees begin to grow once more. Wheat stalks slowly pop up out of the ground. Wherever this is, it's clear that life is returning-and the gods are awakening.

It's probably best that they don't return to the underworld, to the House of Hades-but, if anyone wishes to, Charon has arrived with the dead from the previous rounds-now alive-and little baby Ayame. If anyone wishes to go there-though, why would anyone ever willingly go back to the House, knowing you-know-who is probably awake by now?-they can.

But for those who stay here, there is food and drink, wine and bread, fresh meat and ripe crudités. Talk. Plot. Say your goodbyes before you are SHIFTed back to your homeworlds.

Who knows? Maybe there are still some surprises left to be had. But, either way...it is a good day. The new moon will pass. The sun will rise.

The Game-or at least, this variation of it-is over.]

((OoC: And with this, Round 7 is complete! Thank you everyone who participated-we hope you enjoy the aftermath, and stay tuned for the SHIFT Meme and HMD!))

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The hot new trend of purikura didn't reach your sleepy little town yet? Not that you would want to go.

[Cinema exists, so obviously cameras exist... Even the movie Rear Window. But this is how it's supposed to be. If everything goes well, they'll be done with the plan in a matter of days and be free to indulge in their respective passions. In fact, turning Kira loose afterwards may be the greater logistical challenge. Perhaps it's in anticipation of that awkwardness that Makima has let her face pinch a bit. She has very selfish reasons that this is the last moment she wanted to widen the gap between them, and at this rate she might need to come up with another way to entertain herself, like uncaringly tugging on his chain. Makima folds both her hands over the satchel in her lap the moment before Kira indulges her mention of Rumpelstiltskin.]

"Makima" is as far as the cover story ever went. Harder to falsify that way. I've been reincarnated many times with new memories. You could say that Makima really is a strange young lady. My full awareness of the past reincarnations is only starting to come back now that we're healed, and I can tell you this. My sisters are even worse with names and faces than I am. We haven't met in a while. They might be calling me something insipid like "Connie".

I'm very camera shy. Try to understand...

[He doesn't understand why Makima is suddenly annoyed. She's the one who made this a competition. Now they're bickering like an old married couple. Thanks to that, his headache hasn't faded at all. Since she took her hands off him now, he turns back towards the sunrise. So, Makima is young but old thanks to knowledge of past lives. Reincarnation is an interesting subject to weigh against the chains of fate. But now she is bringing her family into it. What is he supposed to make of that?]

Hmm.... They sound like the high and mighty type. Will they be in the way of your plan?

[He doubts he could do this without her assistance, but it could be fun to blow up a woman who's like Makima but worse. It would make up for not getting to set Killer Queen on "Connie" herself.]

If they show themselves.

[Without eliciting attention again through her movements, Makima ponders Kira's furrowed brow, whether it will ever unfurrow in the hustle and bustle of Tokyo. At least the sun isn't stunning him too much, which is good, because she loves that Tokyo isn't too cloudy. How does she put this without making it a guessing game...]

I pretty much told you already. Out of War, Famine, Death, and Conquest, I intend to be the last sister standing. Are you prepared to learn the method? That counts as a serious talk about the plan. You shouldn't have a full stomach before or after.

[Makima's eyes finally settle on something glistening in the distance. Something that does make her heart go badump, badump, badump.]

Because it's not just blood. Devils also like to eat flesh.

I can infer plenty from that alone.

[Kira is only a little full but not stuffed, but this would hamper his appetite only slightly. The thought of cannibalism isn't exactly new thanks to Val and Alastor. But what a shame, if Makima has to eat her sisters then he probably won't even be allowed to destroy the body. His glum thoughts derail as he follows her eyes.

What.]

Edited 2023-07-30 18:12 (UTC)

Well?

[Makima's annoyance has evaporated completely. Yes, of course she didn't need that smile Kira almost offered her. She had her wires crossed with a different pleasurable experience. And she's set up the board well: either he tolerates her presence longer, or she's at liberty to pursue this other whim. Though her hands stay in her lap, her legs shift to the side as if she's about to get up.]

Do you think you'll gather your thoughts a minute longer on your own?

[What the fuck. Why is this happening!! All he wanted was a moment of relief, but she is determined to haze him. No, no, no. Kira is putting a hand on her shoulder. He is... Sweating.]

Please don't eat things off the ground, Makima.

[.... That's what he takes issue with??]

Edited 2023-07-30 18:40 (UTC)

At least one side didn't land on the dirt, right? It didn't tumble head over heels, did it? I can't see from here. I'll have to go check.

[Makima is kneeling on the ground now, still about to get up while transparently letting Kira stop her. She's likewise dreamy in her priorities.]

You might not eat directly off the ground, but between the two of us, you're far more likely to get sick. And stand user flesh is probably extra useful. There is one option where I preserve it instead. Do you want to know?

Getting sick... [Kira seems sulky.] I understand it might seem hypocritical but I can't help that I am this way. You appear like you can. Am I wrong?

[Kira is bad at seeing things from another perspective. He tries pulling her back over with his shoulder grip. Get a hold of yourself, Makima! He's really not sure what to make of the value of his flesh...]

What are you talking about now?

[He can't help it? He's literally a human who made his own bad decisions... Makima being pulled back looks at him with intense pity. Such a rabid, thrashing feline. It might have been better if the integrity of his mind were compromised. But he didn't ask for that, so it's not the route Makima will use to accomplish her goals.]

Shouldn't be much surprise that I have lots of "control" over myself.

[Makima settles on the grass in front of him, both arms looped around his neck and looking into his eyes. Yes, she's feeling that urge strongly, to spin his wheels. To prove that her wits alone would get him right where she wanted him. As sick as Kira's mind must be to believe this, Makima is allured by the idea that her flirtations literally left him no choice. The skin inside her wrists is a lot warmer without the strain of a recent injury.]

According to our contract, I cannot knowingly put you at unreasonable risk of illness. Therefore, if you decide to throw yourself headlong into harm's way, then I cannot add to the harm. Kira-kun, what will you do when we get home, after we talk about the plan and before I have time to brush my teeth?

[She brings her right hand back in front of his face, pinky finger alone extended and its nail just barely grazing the surface of his chin.]

[Kira takes his hand down from her shoulder now that she has her arms around him. He really couldn't read her expression of pity, atypical. The man nods unironically at her joke, but her example is a bit poor. Offering her pinky is interesting though. A promise? A connection through fate? In any case the honest answer is the only one that could suffice, even if he can't fathom what it has to do with her threat of eating Kosaku's face.]

I don't have any plans yet. You could say I'm free for that time.

Hm. [Innocent boys can taste so sweet. Is it because he once again has lips that have never been kissed that Kira doesn't sense why Makima is leaning so close to him? A pinky promise is what she means, close to how they sealed the contract with a kiss. In the world of devil hunters, there is no such thing as a promise, only another type of contract. At least he hasn't let go of her completely. Makima loosens her arms further, basically waiting for him to let her go.]

Then I'll wait a little longer to decide. Might as well talk it over in the kitchen.

[She pats his face with her hand one last time (just barely avoiding the lips) before she stands up.]

Don't tell anyone what I'm doing, of course. I shouldn't be gone too long. [She gives another thoughtful, patient look that is much more typical for her, shows how the pity was different and deeper.] I know I've made you wait recently, and the precaution wasn't too productive in the end. I've already been gone so long. If you really aren't ready when I come back... [She turns to walk away in this moment.] I'll see what I can do to help.

[think about it in your own logic, Makima... If he kisses you before you try to eat the face off the ground, you could just eat it after you had your fill of kisses without worrying that some disease would pass to Kira.

He is still a little awkward about her going to fetch the thing (preserve for what? Will she give Kira a taste of his own medicine and shower it in affection?) However, she is listening to his request, so somehow he still feels calmer. Kira's standards for peace have been miserably lowered in the past month. He just nods helplessly.

When she returns, he will have just lay down in the grass, trying to let his frustration trickle out of him with the white engine noise she will have become accustomed to. For what it's worth, it seems to be somewhat working, but she could still help him along.]

[Kissing outdoors is for CHILDREN!!! Makima feels like she has to create an unassailable bargain where the disease risk is somehow an inevitable effect of Kira's own choices. Of course she wants both lips to eat and tongue to taste, but to outright ask? To long for affection and to "buy" kisses? To not have control over what she devours? That's anathema. Still, it might work out that way naturally at this rate as she has calmed her baby down with this deferred decision, so she is a bit cheered up.

Makima is away for a good few minutes. Her makeshift satchel isn't that big, and just in case, she wants to keep the blood separate from that magical doll she had Ritsu salvage. When she turns back, she's a bit surprised that he's outright lying down and takes a glance to look for the motorcycle, Stray Cat, and Killer Queen's scent. (The fact that he's not taking this moment to relax with "Makima" is a great relief.) Walking closer, Makima takes care in a roundabout path where her shadow does not cross over him. She stands a little ways to the side of his head, and her feet shuffle a bit as she really is so tempted to nudge him in the face with her shoe. But she will be good. Waiting either for him to open his eyes, or about one minute as it becomes certain that he's using the white noise to relax and not outright sleep, Makima leans down just far enough that her soft voice can be heard and says,]

You're soaking up the sun just like a big cat.

[She can really see it now, the way that he slowly circles his owner and she's still the one to pick him up first in the end.]

Edited 2023-07-31 21:49 (UTC)

[Kira spent time with his special someone already, and he didn't think Makima would be gone for long. He can wait the trip until he will yearn for her again. Kira opens his eyes, not finding a problem with her assessment. Killer Queen is a manifestation of him and a cat, so it's tough to argue with that.]

I always like to spend a beautiful day outdoors. Don't you?

[Stray Cat is looking more lively now that the sun has fully risen, unfolding its leaves and watching Makima calmly. She is a nice lady who gave it meat cake, so it's happy to see her, meow meow.]

Hmmmmm... When I'm walking my dogs, it's not exactly as serene as this. And I often seek out restaurants, movie theaters... I might have been missing out.

[She is not going to mention that "outdoors" is also where a lot of the Devils are because that is not conducive to Kira's mental health.

Instead, Makima is going to take another step over towards Stray Cat, tuck the satchel a bit behind herself, and put her hands on her knees, leaning very far down while still standing.]

Good morning.

[The bizarre combination of features really makes this pet a lot like a devil. She looks at the teeth, wondering if there is any other snack that seems suitable since the meat she has on her person right now is For Makima. Reaching out to give scritches (petal scritches???) unless if it seems too bitey.]

[Kira once again does not understand Makima's decision to have seven dogs. He'd think you could still walk one in peace at a nice park, but... well. Is it too late to embellish his profile's dislike of dogs into an outright phobia? Yes, probably. How unfortunate.]

Ah, I see. Well, try dining on the patios sometime. You just might enjoy it.

[If the devils have ruined patios then he will just have to learn the hard way. Stray Cat will side eye until a sniff is allowed, but then permit petal scritches with a happy purr. It has gotten used to everyone's scent from behind the door so is not especially bitey. It doesn't register the scent of the meat she has as food, but will look longingly at any birds flying out of its shooting range.]

[Be it a dog walk in the park or on the pavement, Makima just doesn't soak up the sun like a plant or cat. She can sense the timing of the slight disgust and so only acknowledges the patio idea with a nod, almost like a blink, before saying something else.] Oh, that reminds me. Staying on the upper of the two stories in the apartment seems pretty good, but should we pick up some allergy medicine?

[Another reason that pet care has come to mind is her observation that Stray Cat apparently can't wander off to the birds.] Poor thing in the flowerpot. [Looking at Kira more directly.] Are you going to be carrying it...?

[Feigning an allergy would be too much trouble, so he may as well be completely honest at this point. Kira sits up, shaking his head.] No... I have no allergy to dogs. I honestly just think they are too bothersome, but the consideration is nice.

[Makima wouldn't pity Stray Cat's lack of mobility if she knew how dangerous it could be, Kira thinks.... but the little Stand is quite useful to him, so he won't be revealing his hand until the time is right.]

Killer Queen has a compartment in its body that Stray Cat has gotten accustomed to being carried in. When it's summoned, it will float by my side limited to a range of 4.5 meters, thus ensuring Killer Queen will keep up with the motorcycle. The compartment will keep Stray Cat shielded from the force of the wind, so there should be nothing for it to worry about.

Edited (too many its) 2023-08-01 20:59 (UTC)

I see I'll have some interesting concerns to balance in the future.

[Makima says this a bit wryly, because Kira's mood at the moment seems entirely incapable of inferring the concern "whether to cuddle with Kira or the dogs". Then she puts her hands behind her back a bit to tilt her head in Killer Queen's direction.] So he does. [Have a compartment, that is. She'd say "I see", but she can't yet; instead this position naturally flares her nostrils and she's smelling the Stand again, though not yet inferring details about his shape... Kira's attachment to Stray Cat is certainly suspicious. Although dogs are more bothersome than other pets, it seems Kira doesn't have pet cats either. And he keeps it in his Stand, which is essential to his identity in some way, with its name "Killer Queen" only confided later? Makima doesn't know if the advantage is offensive, defensive, or supportive, and she doesn't care. The truth will come out soon enough. Her voice comes out husky as usual:]

What a good owner you are.

[Kira merely smiles in response to her wry statement. He had expected a token attempt to reassure him that hers are very well behaved and not troublesome at all, or to disregard the concern since it wouldn't actually kill him to interact with mutts.

In any case, Kira is independent by nature... she can cuddle her dogs and he can enjoy solitude. Or, looking it another way, if she'd like him to become more dependent then she'd better choose him. But there wouldn't be any need for that, as long as her plan succeeded, right?]

Well, I'm fond of both plants and cats. It's little wonder the two of us hit it off. I suppose Stray Cat can keep me company while you play with the pooches. Along with my love, of course.

[Makima has a whole entire bed on the upper story - she may have been slightly unclear when praising her dogs, rather than sleeping with them every single time it's more like they're so soothing as to be incapable of bothering her heart. Sometimes a woman wants to be cozy and make sure that her big new pillow hasn't gotten wrinkled by the sound waves from the lower story if nothing else. What a shame that she'll have to leave for Enoshima so soon after she returns... Maybe it really will be a good opportunity to make up for lost quality time.]

Yes, I wouldn't want to overstep. You two know each other best, after all.

[It's more like Kira's delusions about handling his "girlfriend" are completely inscrutable nonsense that Makima washes her hands of playing along with. Her eyes are bright as if she can see through Kira's pocket. Makima's mercy doesn't come cheap, and her patience doesn't either.]

[Kira is learning to fear those glowing eyes of hers... Not that it will keep him from his hobby. At least she is tolerating it, if coldly. From his perspective, they have now had a sufficiently quiet moment together.]

Now that that's settled, I think I am good to get started.

[Kira stands. He poses with his arms crossed downward.]

Killer Queen.

[His stand appears next to him in the same pose, before crouching by the little flower cat to lift it into its compartment. Makima may see it floating...]

Just like you're summoning a Devil.

[In his world where supernatural phenomena are only known to a select few, he'd look like he's doing a pose from a cartoon. There must be even more dramatic poses to go with the more impactful of Killer Queen's abilities. Makima holds her satchel closer and begins walking towards the motorcycle.]

The speed limit in the city center will be only 50 kilometers per hour.

[She does have reason to believe they will go through the portal onto the road. Why not?]

If I was, it would be the devil within....

[Killer Queen is his fighting spirit after all. Then again, he still hasn't explained very much about Stands at all. As Killer Queen closes Stray Cat in its belly like a 'catryoshka', Kira gets on the visible motorcycle. Riding it still feels instinctive.]

How's the traffic? Bad enough that no one will notice a bike appearing out of thin air?

Maybe that's what I'll tell them. "I contracted with this new Devil who has a peerless love for each of his girlfriends, so he looks like a handsome human"...

[When the truth is that those roles are reversed. Makima doesn't really question the logistics of Kira's inner devil, as it's been established that they have no time to talk about complicated things. She's saying these sweet words rather close to the comely face she's praising, though surely that's just a result of stepping closer to him on the motorcycle. Makima finally gets on behind him, in so doing pressing against him the satchel containing the other face, and says]

Don't worry. I'll handle it. If anyone notices you, it will be because you're with me.

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