19th☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Action - 1125 Taylor]

[Early in the morning, before school, Marisa takes the time to place a multilayer ward about her residence and its yard. It has three specific wards, powerful wards - one each to bar The Major, Bazett, and any troll with tyrian purple blood from the property. There is also a subtler ward cast that will target any non-resident (Merem isn't affected) that tries to significantly harm another while on the property through a combination binding/paralyzing effect. Those with a strong enough magic ability could break the wards, but the general feeling about them is that it would be a bad idea with how well they are woven.

The casting can easily be felt by anyone with the slightest bit of magical sensing.]


[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting in the cafeteria, completely ignoring her yummy homemade lunch, and seems to be working on a map of sorts. Her brow furrows as she wads up the paper and throws it at the nearby garbage can - missing it - and starts over again. She's going to end up going through a lot of paper at this rate.]


[Phone]

So... I can't remember where everyone lives. Like the addresses and how to get to some place. [It pains her to have to admit this.] I need you all, if you're my friends or allies or just people I like to bug - especially everyone from Gensokyo - to remind me.

Okay?

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[tsukihime]

[Arcueid's gaze just...sort of bores into Marisa's own for a long moment before she finally looks away, staring at the floor. Damnit Marisa, goddamnit c'mon just drop it.]

Um...I don't know anything about Elesia except what I learned the other day. As far as anything else...I can't tell you. It's not something for me to tell.

[It's not that she'd be afraid of what Ciel would do if she found out...it's more that it just feels wrong to discuss it. Arcueid would answer any question about herself with wild abandon...but...she won't talk about what happened to that girl she met the other day. Especially since a lot of it was stuff she wasn't supposed to know...and she only learned because of Mayfield events.

Not to mention the guilt.]

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa's jaw muscle twitches.]

Damnit, Arcueid. She's not going to tell me if I ask her. You're making me have to ask Merem. I want to know, but I don't want to get his twisted version of it.

[tsukihime]

[Arcueid remains silent for a long moment before finally speaking softly.]

Why do you want to know?

[adropofjupiter]

Because...

[Marisa's gaze drops.]

Because I know what it's like to have innocence like that ripped away. And every once in a while something happens, or I come across something in the house that I know is hers, and I... I kind of see some similarities between us.

And it kinda weirds me out.

[tsukihime]

[SERIOUSLY, GOD DAMNIT MARISA. Arcueid watches the girl out of the corner of her eye as she speaks.]

I don't know the whole story about you, but I'm willing to bet your situations aren't as similar as you think.

Maybe some things are similar...and I'd tell you if it just didn't feel wrong. This is really a story I can't tell. If she wanted to tell it she would. I can't just go behind her back and tell people about it.

[Mostly because it's all her fault anyway.]

[adropofjupiter]

I doubt our situations are since I seriously don't think she was raised by a vengeance spirit and taught to hate humanity and want it destroyed.

[Yup.]

...just tell me if she's human or not. She feels human, but... she's older than she looks. [So said Merem.]

[tsukihime]

She's human. Different...but human.

She's been through a lot. Stuff that was my fault. She's human, though. So don't worry about it...ok?

[adropofjupiter]

[There's a long moment of silence before Marisa moves over to hug Arc.]

...alright.

[tsukihime]

Sorry.

Plus she'd kill me if she found out I told you anything. Probably every day for a week.

[adropofjupiter]

I find it hard to believe she can actually kill you unless you let her. But alright, alright.

...so what's fun to do?

[tsukihime]

She's stronger than she lets on.

But yea! C'mon! [Arcueid grabs Marisa's hand, and leads her out to the back yard where two shopping carts await, sitting dormant and ready for use.

Arcueid doesn't say anything, just smiles proudly as if what is going to happen is just painfully obvious.]

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa blinks at the carts. And then looks at Arc.]

Uh...?

[tsukihime]

[Arcueid gives Marisa a blank look for a moment, before realizing she probably doesn't get it. Must Arc educate everyone?]

You ride in them! You ride them down a really steep hill and maybe even race with other people! I don't think anyone can beat me!

[adropofjupiter]

I thought you put groceries in them.

[tsukihime]

Well, yea, you can...but that's boring. It's cooler to jump in them and speed off down a hill!

[adropofjupiter]

That... sounds kinda fun. Like being on my broom, ze.

[tsukihime]

Yep! Except this is probably a lot harder to control.

It's still fun, though. Do you wanna try?

[adropofjupiter]

Sure! But if I end up breaking my neck or something, you have to placate my girlfriend.

[tsukihime]

I get the feeling that's some kind of bad omen.

[adropofjupiter]

Have you met Patchy?

[tsukihime]

I think I talked to her once...and she brought you up.

She seemed kinda uptight and serious.

[adropofjupiter]

How did I come up?

And yeah, she is kinda like that, but that's just on the surface. Takes a lot of time and persistence to get underneath her skin and see how truly amazing she is.

[tsukihime]

I don't remember how you came up...but see, I guess I don't have anything to worry about, then!

[Arcueid grabs both carts, easily picks them up, and heads toward the backyard fence.]

You coming?

[adropofjupiter]

Course, I am!

[Marisa follows along and looks the carts over.]

[tsukihime]

[Arcueid marches on, hauling those carts easily to the top of a steep hill. Upon reaching the apex, she sets both carts down, holding them in place.]

Okay, you get how it works, right? It's real simple. Jump in and let it roll.

[As Arcueid speaks, she sets her cart in a position where it won't roll...and begins to slowly walk away from it.]