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[℧] Ought to live the lie. Talks like it seems she should.
The area around and next to me is full of free and open seats—to me, it's a buffer zone. To them, it's keeping a safe distance <kinda the same thing isnt it>. No. There's definitely a difference <well in perspective maybe but tha>. It doesn't matter. There's space between me and the other people, and it's working out well for all of us. Of course, it also makes very obvious where the
onje in the room is to anyone who's walking through.
Like Honne.
Well, that's fine, too. It isn't the first curveball I've been thrown, and I'd bet all the yen in Japan that it won't be the last. Stupid Makai.
I give Honne a polite look—neutral, don't smile; but don't look dead. "Not at all. Please, do." I knew Kana-mama's posture lessons were going to be put to use in ceremonies, but until an hour or so ago, I didn't really expect I'd ever use them outside of that <and photos>. That's true.
[
Hmm~ Kinda macademia-y and licorice-y. The other colors are different flavors, right?]
"Much obliged, miss." Honne sets down a large satchel and takes the chair beside mine. "Good to see a familiar face here." <
what>. She can't. She
can't, right?
With a tilt of the head, I affect a look of confusion. "Oh. Have we have met before?" It's a weak deflection, but what else is there to say? I hope I'm not sweating <well i did just call it with the curveball thing>?
"No, nothin' like that. Just sayin', a human face is a lot more familiar than anything
these muppets're sportin', y'know?" <oh thank you gods>. "We got that greatest common d... uh... dominator." <that ones hard>
"Mmm..." A nod. "I see now, yes. I have kept to myself more often than not on this journey, so such a thing struck me as..." She looks at me after a few moments, almost expectantly <cant do that with westerners>. Right, right. "Ah, pardon me, I was just thinking aloud. This land is ...mm, highly unusual, yes, as can be its people at times. Your sentiments are not so strange, I think."
Honne had been in the middle of digging through her satchel for something, but this seems to give her pause. "...They look like people to you?"
"W-well, yes, after a fashion. Many strange and fantastical sorts, but taken as a whole, I would call them so."
[
What the... chili walnut? Kid, this flavor selection here is worse than all the candy in Turkmenistan, and that's a tough hurdle to clear.]
"Huh." After looking at me with more intensity than I'm used to, she goes back to her satchel. She finally pulls out what she was after—her tickets—removes her hat, tucks them into the inside brim, and then places it back on her head. "Oh! Damn, sorry; my manners're on break." She puts out a hand. "Honne from all over, and you?"
Here goes nothing.
"Asani, most recently of Kowloon." Honne's hand is given an unsure look for about a second longer than most people would feel comfortable with before I reach up and tenderly shake it. ...Ugh, that name sounds dumb now that I'm actually saying it and thinking about it in front of someone <its not really that dumb>. ...No, it's not, but it just sounds kinda... <its worlds better than super sanagami> Oh gods, I haven't thought about that account in years <wonder if its still active>. I
hope not.
"Kowloon?" Honne winces "Dang. Long way from home."
"The lament of all
onje, no?"
"I dunno about that, girl.
Some of us're havin' fun." <i find this difficult to accept> I'll second that.
"Oh? What do you find so entertaining about this land?" A slight turn of the head and a note of interest. I should spend some time in front of a mirror once I'm on the train; maybe borrow some makeup if I can. A lady like Asani Rayokom takes better care of herself than I look.
Honne waves a hand. "Honestly? Damn little. But you learn to make your own fun, right? You never just woke up and thought 'I'm gonna have a good ol' time, today' and see what the world around ya does when you got that itch and you're lookin' to share it?"
...She does realize the kind of person she's <supposedly> talking to, right? I'm no free-wheeling drifter with time to kill <but i am soooort of sitting alone in a train station>. Yeah, well, that's a totally different thing, and also shut up.
[
Better! Much better~ But one strawberry-flavored candy does not outweigh this jumble of weirdness so far.]
"Mmm... I cannot say that I ever have, but I think I comprehend the notion."
"Y'oughta try it, it's great. 'Specially here, where nobody knows your history or underwear size." Honne scratches an ear, then looks at me like she only now realized I was sitting there. "Hey, wait a sec. Kowloon, right? I been hearing—sorry,
heard—some kinda talk that all that got given back to China. That really true, or were they just messin' around on me?"
Hmfff. A sigh through the nose, a shake of the head. Would Kana-mama be happy that the posture lessons actually took, or annoyed that I'm just copying a lot of her mannerisms? "The truth, I'm afraid to say. It was some time ago... 1997, I believe?" Was
almost going to to say "Heisei 9" to really play up the part, but cut that off in time <oooh yeah thats a red flag>. "However, the area has been designated a special economic zone, and Beijing knows better than to involve themselves overmuch, of course."
"Sacred tits of Mary,
1997?" Honne looks disgusted and amazed. "And how long ago was that?" <holy crap is she a time traveler> ...I can't really rule that out, but I'm guessing not.
I look up and tap a thoughtful finger against my lips; mostly for the look of it, but I do have think about it for a second. It's been about two years since we came to Gensokyo, and that was in 2007, so—"Twelve years ago? Yes, that seems correct."
[
Huh. Like tamarind, but if that wasn't
the worst flavor ever. Nice trick, that.]
"...Damn."
"How long have you been in Makai, if you don't mi..." The words die quickly as I realize that I don't really need an answer. Honne's face, for a moment, is looking at something way, way,
way past my face, past these walls, past this city. That's its own answer, and if I hadn't been looking at her, it would have disappeared into the empty areas of history.
"Oh, a while~" she says. "You lose track of time here after a while. But I don't have to tell
you that, right?" There's a weird grin, and she elbows me in far too familiar a manner <the heck does that mean>. I ...don't know. And that's weird. Did I even say how long I'd been here <mightve implied it>?
...Can't find a way to respond to that meaningfully that's still safe. Asani doesn't seem like the shrugging type, so I settle for, "These things do happen."
"No kiddin'. So anyway, what kinda dark arts you into?" Honne's muddy-red eyes come back to life, and lock onto me. "No offense, but an
onje with your kinda
high threadcount clothes is something maybe only every third uncle of yours ever talks about." She nods, more to herself than anyone else, I think. "You gotta be into them dark arts."
Does she mean...
Oh. Putting on an insulted look doesn't take much acting. "I beg your pardon?"
"Like, are you a ritualist, a summoner, evoker, maybe you one of them druidics, or a psychic, uh... diviner, maybe, but then you'd know what I'm talking about and the look on your face says you don't. Puttin' it another way, what kinda magic you workin'?" <o oh thats what she meant>
...This lady, jeez. With my best politely pained look, I sigh. "Do all
onje ask about these things?"
"Psssht,
duh. We all come out here to get that hittah, girl. It ain't 'cause they got tropical sun and rum in coconuts." Boy, you got that one right. "What else we gonna talk? The weather? Breakthroughs in natural philosophy? Definitely not politics." Honne shrugs. "It's that common dominator like I told you. We all ended up here lookin' for it."
Huh. I... I guess that's fair. I'd like to talk about robots, shitposting on 2ch, and how interesting and irritating youkai can be at the exact same moment, but who's gonna care about any of that out here <even number 3 is off limits depending on who youre talking to in gensokyo too>?
"Well..." Shifting uncomfortably in a not-uncomfortable seat, I look away from Honne and towards a patch of floor in front of us both. "It lies somewhere between divination and elementalism, and is based in Taoism to some degree."
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Never once seen the rules to hopscotch twisted to such a perverse, yet fascinating
extent. Totally down with this!]
Oddly, Honne nods. "Yeah, I can see that."
"You can?"
"Sure. I'm just lookin' at you, and it's all comin' right on into focus. Confucian, right?"
My mind blanks on what that word means for a second before something clicks. She's probably talking about Jukyou... I think. "Please, Miss Honne," I tell her. "I am not so incapable as to require limiting myself to such an extent. I meant precisely what I said."
Honne doesn't seem to take offense at that, but that's just what I'd expect. "Really? I guess I see that, too. You don't take your own measure much, do ya? Bad habit. Real bad." ...Wow, the
nerve of this <abrasive but friendly young woman>—yeah. That. Let's go with ...that.
"I, er... I like to think that I do." After an inward calming breath, curiosity prompts me to return her question: "If I might be equally forward, what sort of magic do you specialize in?"
An easy laugh and a smile pour out of Honne. "Oh ma'am, just bein'
me is magic enough." She starts to say something else, but then in a single abrupt motion, sits up straight, all her ease vanishing. "Train's here."
...
The low hubbub of the station fills the space between us to drowning.
Little early, there, no? "Perhaps I missed something?" I offer, knowing full well that I didn't <do you though>. Yes, I
know I didn't. She's dodging the question <isnt that supposed to be typical of
onje though>. ...Well, I guess. But it's no less annoying to de—
fwhoooouuuuuuuuuuuuaah goes the train whistle in the distance.
When I look at Honne, she gives me quite the satisfied look, and sniffs slightly. "Magic enough," she repeats. With that, she lifts her hat with a poke under the brim, then rises to her feet and makes her way towards the platform. "Maybe I'll see ya 'round."
Hmmmm.