Even if there was such a thing, I did tell you about 'No Longer Human'. I'd be powerless by a simple matter of definition. I'd say it's a skill rather than a power. If you want to become better at hiding things from a keen eye, which I know you try, I can teach you, or you can just be honest with me sometimes. That works, too.
(a beat, another, and he sips, obnoxiously making that slurping noise.)
If you're willing to be forthcoming about the deity situation, you'd help me a great deal. I'm here with another person who is highly intelligent, and also very religious. It'd be something to debate.
You want to make me better at the so-called crime they're accusing me of?
[That's... kind of funny, really, even if she still doesn't quite know how to handle the idea of something as simple as maybe not answering questions in the most straightforward way being considered, "lying." She frowns at him even still, though, not entirely fond of the implication.]
Whether omission is a form of lying is a large debate of philosophers, you know.
(or it isn't. she might not be a liar, but he is. a bullshitter, through, and through, and through.)
I don't want anything. I can see right through you either way. Well, if you don't want my help, or to help me! I guess I'll just quietly drink my drink!
[Why does it feel like such a big deal to talk about what she went through? He won't believe her anyway. He'll think she's crazy, probably, or an idiot. If she had any of his respect, it would probably be lost whether she said anything or not. It also feels like a lot of it isn't her secret to tell, at least not without Mitsuru around to okay it.
But who knows if she'll ever get to see anyone from SEES again...? Her shoulders tighten with some of the stiffness that Shinji's called her out on before, the one that results from realizing that once again, it's all on her as the leader, a role she never wanted and didn't even ask for.]
If I tell you some things, do you promise to believe me?
(he just told her a lot to make it so that most things that are considered ludicrous are simply normal to him. gods, authors, powers. why wouldn't he believe her? but instead of pushing harder, he'll just pull out the chair next to him and pat it.
hell, he'll even slide her whatever drink she might want.)
I'll even answer a question, any question, very truthfully. Deal?
Because the Japan that I'm from doesn't have things like you talked about. It's just... normal.
[She still has her coffee, and while she doesn't get the point of moving from sitting across from him to sitting beside him, she does it anyway. It'll make it easier to avoid his eyes if she feels like she has to later on, anyway. She slides her cup closer to her and wraps her hands around it, taking a small breath before nodding. Deal.]
I thought it might be a test because about a year ago, I was given a contract to sign by... someone I later learned was part of the avatar of Death. He was trying to help me, though, I think, in his own way. It's what enabled me to meet two... I don't know if I can call them gods, but they exist in a realm outside of ours. They can manipulate something like tarot cards to summon things that are from the human collective unconscious and give me their power. Those two were supposed to help me on whatever my quest would be. A journey of self-discovery, I think, based on the arcana.
[She's choosing her words very carefully, not with the intent of lying by omission, but rather to try to make something stupidly complicated into something easy to explain. That, and something that only talks about her part, and none of the others'.]
What I'm getting at is that those two could fuse together and summon all kinds of creatures from myth and legend so I could use their power. Beasts, gods, heroes... [She taps the side of her head with two fingers in a gesture that almost, but not quite, looks like she's formed her hand into the shape of a gun for just a second before wrapping her fingers around her coffee cup again.] They became a part of me, temporarily.
(the face he makes is not one of disbelief, but rather, one that is buffering the information she's giving him. he's fought so many things up to this point, nothing sounds improbable, and knowing what he knows about the diversity of universes that are behind them, around them, made from them... he won't ever think this is unbelievable. rather, his brain works to put together information. carl jung. archetypes. lionel corbett. gods.
I told you it was supposed to be a journey, right? I reached the end of it. They were supposed to guide me on that journey, and because it was supposed to be over, they said their goodbyes.
[She shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't really feel. It all loops back around. She was supposed to be finished with all of this, all this self-discovery, all this exhaustion, all these otherworldly beings using her or guiding her or fighting her. That's all part of it, but more than anything else-]
I miss them. Well, one of them more than the other, really.
[Igor was weird and cryptic, but Theo... well. There will always be a special place in her heart for him.]
The end of your journey from the god of Death - I assume that will be dying itself.
(and that explains quite a lot. it's a sigh that leaves him, a hand on her shoulder, something that should some people see, it would send them into a rage. he's not been this kind in his past.)
[Her voice is soft, but not small, just an admission of fact. That's how it is. When he says it, it sounds obvious. Of course it couldn't have ended for her any other way.]
Anyway, I guess you can tell your friend that all the mythological figures from history can be fused together into different ones. Just don't say it was me who said it.
I thought you were more like me, but seems like not so much. It was coping rather than acceptance, correct?
(there, there, kotone. he smiles, just a little, before he shakes his head.)
I believe what will be of most importance to him is the God of Death giving you this journey. Well, I might not tell him at all. He already believes he's on a journey from God, anyway.
(but he waves a hand, the smile growing.)
Well, I might lie a lot, but never on negotiations. What is your question, young lady?
[That's a very important distinction to her, because while she'll accept that Pharos and Ryoji were part of the same being, even after fighting The Appraiser, she refuses to treat him as anything other than his own person. Ryoji is more than Nyx.
And she'd argue that no, she had accepted it, she just hadn't accepted this. But even she can tell that's a circular argument, so she doesn't bother.]
Can I save my question for another time? Or do I have to ask it now?
(if he knows someone has such a mission, dazai feels like fyodor will shower her with questions, and find even more purpose in his own journey. it is not an individual one, like her own.)
Nope! You have to ask now, you'll find more things to ask later! And then you can just surprise me like that! It benefits me greatly like this.
[She picks up her coffee to buy some time to think, still a little on edge from telling him about all of... that. He believed her, or claimed to, anyway, and she's certain she didn't give him enough detail that he can bother Shinji about it. She made it sound like it was just her, not a whole team. It's her problem to deal with, not his.
Eventually she asks,] Why did you invite me out? The real reason you want to talk to me. What do you get out of it?
(all this suspense, and he's building it, his voice almost mocking himself until he takes a sip of the drink, solely for dramatics. he's nothing without his flamboyance.)
Because I saw your duplicity. It's sometimes good to have someone who can see through it, so I came. I guess I have a soft spot for sad kiddos with great potential! I've never been wrong.
(which means, she's not the first.)
Also, you don't know me yet, or else you'd have seen right through my lie! Me, making Chuuya's life easier? Never going to happen! He can shop himself and look stupid walking on the ceiling.
One question, kiddo, one question. That's my secret!
(and now he's back to being a bastard. he won't tell her that, not really. instead, he'll sip, humming a very cheerful song that we should all be glad he is not singing. the lyrics are like the melody.)
But! That was definitely not what I thought you were going to ask! I really thought you were going for the murder.
[She puffs out a cheek briefly in a pout before sitting back and taking her coffee cup with her, gazing at him over the rim.]
Would it change anything if I asked? Unless you start murdering people here, knowing for sure whether or not you were lying about that isn't going to change anything. It doesn't mean I'm happy about it or I like it. But...
[Asking about the murders is the obvious question, and obviously if people start turning up dead, Dazai is going to be the first person she'd want investigated. But whatever he's done in his past, if it's true or not, doesn't affect anything right now in all honesty.
Maybe that's callous or selfish. But she just shrugs one shoulder.]
(he no longer kills, unless absolutely necessary, and if he can avoid it, he will. not out of such a moral stand, but a promise made to a dying man in his arms. he can be the worst and be good at the same time, can't he?)
Hey, Kotone. Have you perchance met Fyodor, or Gogol? Those are also from my home.
[Now that, she doesn't know if she believes. She wants to believe him. But if there's anything this conversation has established, it's that he's a liar. That's fine. She's met a lot of liars in the past year.
She hums quietly, brow furrowing in concentration.]
(he laughs a little, just because, well. he has that effect on people. it's called being a bastard who will poke things out. he's sure fyodor, being so similar, could see through her as well.)
First thing, you need to learn to control your face. Most people are not this observant, but if you space out while you think, that is telling, you see?
You just need to be aware of it first. It's a multitasking mission! Keep talking, stall, whatever, but don't stare into the space, you're giving out all the answers silently.
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(a beat, another, and he sips, obnoxiously making that slurping noise.)
If you're willing to be forthcoming about the deity situation, you'd help me a great deal. I'm here with another person who is highly intelligent, and also very religious. It'd be something to debate.
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[That's... kind of funny, really, even if she still doesn't quite know how to handle the idea of something as simple as maybe not answering questions in the most straightforward way being considered, "lying." She frowns at him even still, though, not entirely fond of the implication.]
I'm not a liar, Dazai-san.
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(or it isn't. she might not be a liar, but he is. a bullshitter, through, and through, and through.)
I don't want anything. I can see right through you either way. Well, if you don't want my help, or to help me! I guess I'll just quietly drink my drink!
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[Why does it feel like such a big deal to talk about what she went through? He won't believe her anyway. He'll think she's crazy, probably, or an idiot. If she had any of his respect, it would probably be lost whether she said anything or not. It also feels like a lot of it isn't her secret to tell, at least not without Mitsuru around to okay it.
But who knows if she'll ever get to see anyone from SEES again...? Her shoulders tighten with some of the stiffness that Shinji's called her out on before, the one that results from realizing that once again, it's all on her as the leader, a role she never wanted and didn't even ask for.]
If I tell you some things, do you promise to believe me?
[Not enough to implicate the others. Just her.]
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(he just told her a lot to make it so that most things that are considered ludicrous are simply normal to him. gods, authors, powers. why wouldn't he believe her? but instead of pushing harder, he'll just pull out the chair next to him and pat it.
hell, he'll even slide her whatever drink she might want.)
I'll even answer a question, any question, very truthfully. Deal?
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[She still has her coffee, and while she doesn't get the point of moving from sitting across from him to sitting beside him, she does it anyway. It'll make it easier to avoid his eyes if she feels like she has to later on, anyway. She slides her cup closer to her and wraps her hands around it, taking a small breath before nodding. Deal.]
I thought it might be a test because about a year ago, I was given a contract to sign by... someone I later learned was part of the avatar of Death. He was trying to help me, though, I think, in his own way. It's what enabled me to meet two... I don't know if I can call them gods, but they exist in a realm outside of ours. They can manipulate something like tarot cards to summon things that are from the human collective unconscious and give me their power. Those two were supposed to help me on whatever my quest would be. A journey of self-discovery, I think, based on the arcana.
[She's choosing her words very carefully, not with the intent of lying by omission, but rather to try to make something stupidly complicated into something easy to explain. That, and something that only talks about her part, and none of the others'.]
What I'm getting at is that those two could fuse together and summon all kinds of creatures from myth and legend so I could use their power. Beasts, gods, heroes... [She taps the side of her head with two fingers in a gesture that almost, but not quite, looks like she's formed her hand into the shape of a gun for just a second before wrapping her fingers around her coffee cup again.] They became a part of me, temporarily.
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interesting.)
I believe you. Why do you look so sad, though?
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[She shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't really feel. It all loops back around. She was supposed to be finished with all of this, all this self-discovery, all this exhaustion, all these otherworldly beings using her or guiding her or fighting her. That's all part of it, but more than anything else-]
I miss them. Well, one of them more than the other, really.
[Igor was weird and cryptic, but Theo... well. There will always be a special place in her heart for him.]
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(and that explains quite a lot. it's a sigh that leaves him, a hand on her shoulder, something that should some people see, it would send them into a rage. he's not been this kind in his past.)
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[Her voice is soft, but not small, just an admission of fact. That's how it is. When he says it, it sounds obvious. Of course it couldn't have ended for her any other way.]
Anyway, I guess you can tell your friend that all the mythological figures from history can be fused together into different ones. Just don't say it was me who said it.
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(there, there, kotone. he smiles, just a little, before he shakes his head.)
I believe what will be of most importance to him is the God of Death giving you this journey. Well, I might not tell him at all. He already believes he's on a journey from God, anyway.
(but he waves a hand, the smile growing.)
Well, I might lie a lot, but never on negotiations. What is your question, young lady?
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[That's a very important distinction to her, because while she'll accept that Pharos and Ryoji were part of the same being, even after fighting The Appraiser, she refuses to treat him as anything other than his own person. Ryoji is more than Nyx.
And she'd argue that no, she had accepted it, she just hadn't accepted this. But even she can tell that's a circular argument, so she doesn't bother.]
Can I save my question for another time? Or do I have to ask it now?
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(if he knows someone has such a mission, dazai feels like fyodor will shower her with questions, and find even more purpose in his own journey. it is not an individual one, like her own.)
Nope! You have to ask now, you'll find more things to ask later! And then you can just surprise me like that! It benefits me greatly like this.
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Alright.
[She picks up her coffee to buy some time to think, still a little on edge from telling him about all of... that. He believed her, or claimed to, anyway, and she's certain she didn't give him enough detail that he can bother Shinji about it. She made it sound like it was just her, not a whole team. It's her problem to deal with, not his.
Eventually she asks,] Why did you invite me out? The real reason you want to talk to me. What do you get out of it?
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(all this suspense, and he's building it, his voice almost mocking himself until he takes a sip of the drink, solely for dramatics. he's nothing without his flamboyance.)
Because I saw your duplicity. It's sometimes good to have someone who can see through it, so I came. I guess I have a soft spot for sad kiddos with great potential! I've never been wrong.
(which means, she's not the first.)
Also, you don't know me yet, or else you'd have seen right through my lie! Me, making Chuuya's life easier? Never going to happen! He can shop himself and look stupid walking on the ceiling.
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And what potential do you see in me?
[That's a word that lots of people use to describe her, and always to talk about something different. So who is she to Dazai, exactly?]
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(and now he's back to being a bastard. he won't tell her that, not really. instead, he'll sip, humming a very cheerful song that we should all be glad he is not singing. the lyrics are like the melody.)
But! That was definitely not what I thought you were going to ask! I really thought you were going for the murder.
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Would it change anything if I asked? Unless you start murdering people here, knowing for sure whether or not you were lying about that isn't going to change anything. It doesn't mean I'm happy about it or I like it. But...
[Asking about the murders is the obvious question, and obviously if people start turning up dead, Dazai is going to be the first person she'd want investigated. But whatever he's done in his past, if it's true or not, doesn't affect anything right now in all honesty.
Maybe that's callous or selfish. But she just shrugs one shoulder.]
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(he no longer kills, unless absolutely necessary, and if he can avoid it, he will. not out of such a moral stand, but a promise made to a dying man in his arms. he can be the worst and be good at the same time, can't he?)
Hey, Kotone. Have you perchance met Fyodor, or Gogol? Those are also from my home.
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She hums quietly, brow furrowing in concentration.]
Is Fyodor-san's last name Russian? If so, yeah.
[She Cannot Pronounce Dostoevsky.]
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(don't fuel his own thing, kotone!!!!!!)
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I'm sure you noticed, but I don't usually tell people anything about that stuff. You're the only one who knows.
[Technically true, considering she mostly talked about Igor and Theo and even that's not something she's talked about with Shinji at length.]
...You said I'm easy to read. Can you teach me not to be...?
[It's not that she wants to lie to people. But if it means people won't see her uncertainty or her fear, then they'll be able to rely on her more.]
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(he laughs a little, just because, well. he has that effect on people. it's called being a bastard who will poke things out. he's sure fyodor, being so similar, could see through her as well.)
First thing, you need to learn to control your face. Most people are not this observant, but if you space out while you think, that is telling, you see?
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[That sounds... hard. It's not like she does it on purpose, but it isn't like she knows what else to do with her face when she's thinking.]
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(why is he helping her? secret.)
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