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『HiMERU』 ([personal profile] meiq) wrote2022-11-19 10:46 pm

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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-19 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[At the very least, Matoba behaves himself on the trek back. The door is closed behind him, and Matoba waits patiently in the middle of the room for HiMERU to sit again on his bed.]

[Then he approaches the bed, standing over him, with his usual unreadable smile.]


Himeru-san. May I see your left arm?
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-19 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Do you want it to be like that? [Matoba smiles; his head cocks and his ponytail pools over his shoulder.]

[It's almost flirtatious, except that he looks like a snake.]
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-19 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[His hand darts out, and his grip is surprisingly strong for a man of his stature. Is he hiding some muscle under that kimono?? (An archer's grip, naturally.) It wrests HiMERU's left wrist from where it was tucking desperately at his side, without care for being delicate.]

[He asked nicely. HiMERU can blame himself for bringing it to this.]

[What he's looking for should be easy enough to find; he just has to look at the vein. The inner elbow...?]


... I see. So the scent of blood wasn't that of a murderer, but of a lamb.
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it would have been better.

[Matoba says after a pause, and lets HiMERU pull his arm back. After a moment of his eye carefully studying the other man, he turns to pull a chair from the table closer so that he can sit in front of the bed.]

One such as you shouldn't be making such dangerous and foolish leaps into the jaws of ayakashi. Why are you so desperate to satiate that place?
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[The expression tells him that he has hit his mark... When he had seen that reckless call for blood on the notice board, this had been one of his worries. There was little else that a self-inflicted wound like that could logically have gone towards, and seeing HiMERU's condition at the meeting, the scent of blood on him... Sitting patiently for a response, Matoba doesn't rush or interrupt.]

The execution of giving yourself over to the unknown phenomena in the island. [His voice is precise, unrelenting.] Yes, I understand exactly what you've done. My question to you is: do you understand what it is you're doing?

[He might deny desperation, but humans didn't pray to gods out of convenience. It had always been an uneven relationship, that between humanity and the monsters that deigned to share their power with them. But the relationship was that those monsters needed something from humanity, too.]

[Just why did that "void" need power from them? Not knowing that, Matoba couldn't sit by idly and allow others to sacrifice. His eye closes gently, a deep sigh from his nose preceding his thoughts.]


Above all else, the purpose of an exorcist is to bear the weight of this world that normally goes unseen. Sacrifices who exist to be the focus of monsters so that humanity will no longer suffer them.

[There's a pause, a frown having formed on Matoba's face.] ...For a normal human, the amount of energy given through prayer or sacrifice is very small, but when communities of people would worship gods en masse, the numbers resulted in a great deal of power.

... Those days are long past us. You could bleed your entire body out, Himeru-san, and you alone would never satiate a monster as powerful as the thing which is devouring that island.

[It was cruel to tell him so bluntly that his efforts were useless, perhaps, but it was better than letting the man kill himself. No, moreso than that- before it came to this, those who have the power should have contributed so that he shouldn't have to.]

[That was the purpose of power, after all.]
I think that you know that. So, why?
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, [He answers, steadily,] I am careful not to give power to entities we don't yet understand. Because when you give power to hungry gods, they will not always give you what you think you've been promised. That is a lesson left to me by all who came before me.

[He remembers how Rinne knew immediately who he meant, when he warned him not to trust that Tsuru too easily, that he might have been lying about his involvement. A dallying kami, trotting about the village, but that one was hardly a worry in comparison to whatever had had the power to pull so many souls in under its power in that village.]

[There must be something there that HiMERU is desperate to salvage. Someone. Matoba thinks of the faces he's seen in that village, and how he tells himself that none of it is strictly real.]

[Stay focused. Don't be pulled in by them reading your heart.]


If you give everything and get nothing in return, where will that leave you? Himeru-san, please stop for a moment and think logically about this. That thing is preying on you. I am not saying it may not be an option to feed what is necessary to close the gap, but it's possible that there may be a worse yet fate awaiting them-- all of us-- if whatever is inside that island is fully awakened.
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-21 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[What an ...odd question, Matoba thinks, a detached observation. HiMERU was a strange man for one who couldn't see, and he was only beginning to realize, but it wasn't something he noticed in the way one might notice something out of place or standing out- because everyone he knew was strange. Everyone who saw spirits was twisted, helplessly.]

[That's why unconsciously, he raises his fingertips to slide against the cheekbone at the right side of his face, slipping under the ward that he was certain HiMERU couldn't see, to touch the edges of the scarring under the medical eyepatch underneath. He feels his mouth tilt in a smile, and distantly, ponders that.]


Betrayal. Is that what this is...?

[It itches on the edges of his mind. Every move he's made as a result of his birthright throughout his entire life has felt so sure, so unshakable, and yet when he thinks of it now- of why this fate has fallen on his shoulders- there's only a nagging sensation of desperation- a struggle against a fate he had no choice in.]

Yes. I suppose it's something like that, Himeru-san.
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[personal profile] worldbent 2022-12-28 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha, is that so.

[That would be the "normal" reaction, wouldn't it? He's aware of that. In the same way he can recognize and then choose to discard what would be considered the "empathetic" way to express his concern towards HiMERU's obvious distress, Matoba neatly sidesteps the expected forms of interaction and chooses instead the ones that get him directly to his goal, so long as the aftermath is acceptable.]

[It behooves him to act strangely. Monsters were strange.]

[His head turns to glance towards HiMERU's broken, boarded-up window, as if taking a moment to contemplate something beyond it.]


I wonder if you will be able to see it? Certainly, it should show up soon, if this place lacks the means to keep it at bay. [And nothing had ever been strong enough to keep that hungry monster from chasing after its obsession. He turns back to look at the other man, his smile an unreadable mask- obvious in its dissonance, without revealing any of what exactly it was meant to hide.] If it can appear even here, then we should be happy. It means we are not entirely disconnected from our homes.

I can still feel it, searching about somewhere- in this right eye of mine.

[He has no intentions of explaining any further. If someone couldn't see it, it didn't matter anyway.]

[Matoba clasps his hands together, and mulls his presence a moment longer before rising from his chair. He could ask HiMERU just why he's doing this- who was on that island that was so important that he would risk death and disaster from the unknown? But it doesn't really matter in the end- Matoba's opinion won't change whether he knows the exact reason or not.]

[His hands fold into his kimono sleeves as usual; it's still a bit chilly indoors at night, and he's only scrounged up a small extra layer here and there to wear underneath his kimono for added warmth.]


Perhaps you will not take my advice, but I will speak plainly: your blood is not strong enough to enact anything substantial. Think of another option, Himeru-san. Wasteful actions will only cause trouble for others around you. Perhaps even the one whose sake you are acting for.

You do not seem like a man who typically bogs himself down with wastefulness. [It's... a compliment? Support? An observation, Matoba would say if asked.]
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[personal profile] worldbent 2023-01-21 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He leaves HiMERU to dream up explanations as he likes, because it told a lot about someone- what monsters they came up with when details were left to the imagination, what judgments they invented in their minds. Ayakashi were the reflections of human anxieties; they were one and the same.]

[Just slightly, Matoba's eyebrow raises. The stone? He wonders, but he doesn't ask for explanation- there was a lot about this world he didn't yet know, and he was aware of that.]

[But as for HiMERU's question- that one was easy to answer.]


Yes.

[Without hesitation. He was born for it, a tool for a clan of hunters, created to bear the weight of people. It was his duty to protect, as it was his duty to produce an heir to be the next tool, as it was his duty to die. Yes, he would give his life- for his people, for humanity, against the scourge of that which they could not defend against without. He served no purpose, otherwise.]

[He turns to leave, but something stops him after a few paces towards the door, turning to look back over his shoulder at the other man.]


But that is a strange question, Himeru-san. We all have but one life to live. If you have the freedom to live yours as you please, then you have the freedom to end it how you choose, too. Don't you think you should choose a less wasteful one?

[Revival mechanics notwithstanding; that isn't 'another life', to him. It may as well be the same as falling unconscious for a while.]