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[ Mordred doesn't spend a huge amount of time in their shared space — she's too restless, the type to go out looking for a fight with whatever (or whoever) will give her one. Even so, it's impossible not to fall into a sort of easy comradeship with Maya when she does show up to eat, or sleep, or poke at something on the network. She reminds Mordred of Gareth, all sunshine and positivity... and, like with Gareth, she never really notices how much of a difference that makes until it's gone.
She's not the most sensitive of souls, with or without her usual resentment, but she's not heartless, either. After a while of things seeming off, she finally speaks up the next time they're both home, arms crossed over her chest and an expression that says she's not leaving without an answer. ]
Hey. What's wrong with you? [ Subtle. But there's faint concern in her voice, even if she'd deny it. ] You've barely smiled in days. It's weird.
She's not the most sensitive of souls, with or without her usual resentment, but she's not heartless, either. After a while of things seeming off, she finally speaks up the next time they're both home, arms crossed over her chest and an expression that says she's not leaving without an answer. ]
Hey. What's wrong with you? [ Subtle. But there's faint concern in her voice, even if she'd deny it. ] You've barely smiled in days. It's weird.
Sorry. [ Maya says it automatically, if just because-- she is sorry. That's an emotion she knows and understands. What she can't understand is why it's just increasingly difficult to grasp her positivity when she was sure she had a firm grip on it a long time ago. Even seeing familiar faces just makes her feel glum, and it's starting to get to the point where Maya has to admit she can't just-- sleep it off.
But Mordred doesn't deserve that kind of roommate, and Maya frowns apologetically. ]
I don't know how to explain it, but... no matter what I do, everything just keeps getting me down, and it's getting harder to shake off.
But Mordred doesn't deserve that kind of roommate, and Maya frowns apologetically. ]
I don't know how to explain it, but... no matter what I do, everything just keeps getting me down, and it's getting harder to shake off.
[ She frowns when Maya apologizes. There's nothing to apologize for, but she gets the feeling saying that wouldn't help, so she lets it go in favour of everything else. ]
... That's no good. Someone like you shouldn't be feeling that way.
[ It'd be different if it was her, or someone who didn't have so much goodwill to give in the first place, but she can't just stand by and watch this. After a moment, Mordred reaches out to grab Maya by the wrist; gripping firmly enough that she can't just pull away. ]
Come with me. I don't care if you're busy or not. [ She only lost her resentment, not her rudeness. ] We're going to go do something fun, right now.
... That's no good. Someone like you shouldn't be feeling that way.
[ It'd be different if it was her, or someone who didn't have so much goodwill to give in the first place, but she can't just stand by and watch this. After a moment, Mordred reaches out to grab Maya by the wrist; gripping firmly enough that she can't just pull away. ]
Come with me. I don't care if you're busy or not. [ She only lost her resentment, not her rudeness. ] We're going to go do something fun, right now.
Huh-- Mordred?? [ Well, surprise sure ain't out of stock in Maya's Warehouse, because she's blinking rapidly and glancing down at Mordred's hand on her wrist. She won't try to protest, at least. ]
What do you mean "fun"? Where are we going??
What do you mean "fun"? Where are we going??
Fun means fun, obviously! And it's a surprise!
[ ... Yeah, she hasn't thought that far ahead. The only time she truly ever had "fun" was with Kairi, for a few short days in the middle of a war. How is she supposed to help someone else?
At least she's stubborn enough to try, even if it means dragging Maya all the way across town. ]
You said you were a reporter, right? So let's find something to report on. Or make something.
[ ... Yeah, she hasn't thought that far ahead. The only time she truly ever had "fun" was with Kairi, for a few short days in the middle of a war. How is she supposed to help someone else?
At least she's stubborn enough to try, even if it means dragging Maya all the way across town. ]
You said you were a reporter, right? So let's find something to report on. Or make something.
I wonder if we'll find anything... or even if we do, there's no guarantee people will find what I have to say interesting.
[ She says this with a note of frustration, though, as though she knows there's something clearly wrong about this whole mess, but she can't quite fling it off. ]
[ She says this with a note of frustration, though, as though she knows there's something clearly wrong about this whole mess, but she can't quite fling it off. ]
Who cares? [ It's dismissive, but not in a rude way. ] I wanna hear it. And if a king wishes to hear something, then everyone else should, too.
[ Not that she's a king... yet. But she still has her arrogance. Realizing she's still physically dragging Maya after her, she finally releases her wrist with a tiny frown. ]
... Sorry. That was a little forceful of me. I just couldn't stand the idea of you moping around by yourself.
[ Not that she's a king... yet. But she still has her arrogance. Realizing she's still physically dragging Maya after her, she finally releases her wrist with a tiny frown. ]
... Sorry. That was a little forceful of me. I just couldn't stand the idea of you moping around by yourself.
[ he waited a little while, just to see if Minato would come back. He hasn't yet. And just like that, he's going through exactly what he'd gone through hardly a month ago - living in denial of the obvious and dreadful truth, and hoping he'll find an answer that's better. ]
Dear Maya,
Have you seen Minato as of late? It has been round a week since I saw him last and I am becoming concerned.
Your friend,
Lupin
Dear Maya,
Have you seen Minato as of late? It has been round a week since I saw him last and I am becoming concerned.
Your friend,
Lupin
[ Maya is as optimistic as they come. If a friend disappeared, she did everything in her power to hunt them down, figuring out every possibility and investigating it.
But she'd been through this with Momo, Zelda.
And the lump in her throat is still very much present when she reads this message. ]
But she'd been through this with Momo, Zelda.
And the lump in her throat is still very much present when she reads this message. ]
I'm pretty sure he's gone, Lupin.[ Perhaps it's good that she's so straightforward about it; she leaves no room for doubt or persuasion. But maybe it's worse, too - Lupin thrives on hopes and wishes, and the bluntness of her answer shoots them right out from under him like a bullet through a bird's wings. His response is slow in coming. ]
Then I have failed him very cruelly
Then I have failed him very cruelly
[ Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind, Lupin... even if it isn't really in Maya's nature and she does feel bad about it. ]
I doubt he'd see it that way. And neither do I.True; I know him very well and so know that you are correct; still the matter remains that I told him that I would save him from his Fate only weeks before this occurred, and now I am left hoping that the oft-hopeful Thought that those who disappear return to their Homes is in fact false, and that he is kept somewhere alive where I may rescue him.
Did he tell you that he was dead, Maya?
Did he tell you that he was dead, Maya?
[ Oh, boy. Maya would be grateful that Lupin couldn't see how her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, but... no. She can't talk to him like this. ]
Can we talk? In person?... Do you want to talk about it like this?that depends
are you taking responsibility when you make me cry?
are you taking responsibility when you make me cry?
I probably have a handkerchief somewhere, so yes. I'll roll up my sleeves and everything.how dependable
i'll be there in a bit
[But she does bring her own handkerchief, tucked away secretly in a pocket because she's determined not to need it.]
i'll be there in a bit
[But she does bring her own handkerchief, tucked away secretly in a pocket because she's determined not to need it.]
You know where to find me. I'll keep the door unlocked for you.[ You know what? This quest seems relatively harmless, they have to admit, especially when juxtaposed to "kill someone." If they have to choose a quest to do so they can do their part in keeping the town peace, they'll choose this one - and Maya's around their size. Sort of. It's fine, probably.
That's how they've found themself shrugging on her jacket while under her roof, watching her carefully to make sure she finishes putting on their white uniform correctly. ]
You seriously better not mess those up.
That's how they've found themself shrugging on her jacket while under her roof, watching her carefully to make sure she finishes putting on their white uniform correctly. ]
You seriously better not mess those up.
[ She's trying very carefully, okay!!! ]
I'm doing my best! It's a whole lot form-fitting than I expected!
[ Her poor chest. ]
I'm doing my best! It's a whole lot form-fitting than I expected!
[ Her poor chest. ]
[ press f for maya's boobies ]
Well, I don't have those "boob" things...
[ What does she expect!! Granted, that's why her clothes are sort of hanging off of them, too, but it's better for it to be too big than too small. ]
It should stretch enough. [ a beat. ] It doesn't rip that easily. I was just saying.
Well, I don't have those "boob" things...
[ What does she expect!! Granted, that's why her clothes are sort of hanging off of them, too, but it's better for it to be too big than too small. ]
It should stretch enough. [ a beat. ] It doesn't rip that easily. I was just saying.
They're not that great, anyway. [ As she flaps a hand. ]
But perfect! It's tight, but it's doable!
But perfect! It's tight, but it's doable!
[ so they have heard... ]
Okay, fine. I guess you're meant to wear my shoes, too.... I don't know if they'll fit.
[ Pointed glance towards the death heels set off to the side, and then towards her own shoes that they're meant to step into (literally, this time). ]
Okay, fine. I guess you're meant to wear my shoes, too.... I don't know if they'll fit.
[ Pointed glance towards the death heels set off to the side, and then towards her own shoes that they're meant to step into (literally, this time). ]
... Mm. Well, it's worth a shot, right? At least my boots should be comfy.
[ As she plunks down in front of Cairngorm's shoes of Death, reaching for a heel. ]
[ As she plunks down in front of Cairngorm's shoes of Death, reaching for a heel. ]
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