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I can move mountains, I can work a miracle [OPEN]

WHO: The residents of Nonah 05 + YOU!
WHERE: Nonah, Residence #005
WHEN: All month long (January)
WHAT: Nonah 05 open log for January Shenanigans
WARNINGS: Obligatory Bull and Tetsuo warnings apply.

Starters will be appearing in the comments. If you want something specific from any one person (Kaneda

rassera, Tetsuo

iamtetsuo, Bull

rideme and Ken

amadaman), feel free to drop them a line and ask! Otherwise, feel free to add your own starters for the whole household or individual residents as you like.

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But you wouldn't! And I know that.

So the person you choose to be right now is already that much better than the person somebody else might think you are.

[He stares at her, astounded.]

And what if a part of who I am right now can still kill people?

[There it is. The part he didn't want to outright say to her.

Because for all she said about him being soft, he'd denied it. Because he wasn't. Not in his eyes, anyway.

Soft people don't kill.]

[Maya's not strong enough not to react-- not to suck in a sudden breath as quietly as she can, not to bristle up just a little. But it's just the immediate reaction, and she knows-- and she knows.

She knows that the worlds of those she has grown to love here are nothing like her own. She knows they are the worlds of soldiers and warriors and the neglected.

She knows that those are their realities, and that doesn't make them bad. No, not here, not where things just didn't follow the same rules. Would she ever be forced to make that choice? If she was, she wouldn't know what she'd answer quite yet-- what she'd choose. But she knows, the longer she's here in another world, the closer she'll come to being forced to answer that question.

Maya is not so naïve as she likes to make others think, and perhaps Kaneda will see a little bit of that in the way she leans closer, putting her hands down on the bed and preparing her next objection.

Maya Fey speaks with conviction when she, in all seriousness, quotes a passage from the Steel Samurai at him.]

Even the way of the Samurai calls for benevolence, that which requires a warrior's heart be warm.

Jesus--

[Okay, he wasn't expecting THAT kind of reaction out of her, and it practically scares the shit out of him as he jumps a few inches, scrambling against the headboard.]

Samurai? Warrior's Heart?

[...That hand is reaching up to feel your forehead now, Maya. Don't bite it off.]

H-hey!

[She swats at his hand, pouting at him.]

I'm serious! Come on-- you know Tex has probably killed like, a lot of people, right? But just because someone has to do something like that, that doesn't define everything they are, right?

Don't you know anything about bushido? I thought I told you to watch more samurai movies!

A true warrior has to have a benevolent heart!

[He laughs at her swatting, affectionately.]

Wouldn't doubt it. Probably turns people to stone just by looking at em.

[But that hand takes hers, catching it mid swing as she asks that questionn.]

Of course I know about it--I've been texting you about em for weeks! [And hell, it was a core part of bosozoku. HE knew about the samurai ordeals that he kept. His moral code was as rock solid as they were. But that didn't mean everyone knew about it.]

You just keep calling me soft...makes a guy like me worry for the day I'm not.

C'mon, I'm not that oblivious, y'know.

[She sighs gently, letting her hand rest in his, and shakes her head.]

People I care about are gonna do stuff I don't like, like, all the time. But that doesn't mean everything else you do isn't great, okay? Does that make sense?

[She's being direct because, well... she thinks he needs to hear it, at this point.]

It doesn't mean you don't take care of people.

[He sinks back, letting Maya's words flow through his mind. It did make sense, although he's still not sure how--or why Maya thinks that about him. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he was trying too hard to show her that he really wasn't as good as he seemed...when she'd already accepted that.

She'd already known, hadn't she.

And here she was, calling him soft and a good person.]

[The colour returns to his face as he lets go of that hand, leaning back against the backboard of the bed for a moment, the smile starting to creep back onto his face as his hands move behind his head, elbows jutting out.]

The way of the Samurai calls for benevolence!, huh.

[That's his way of accepting it, then.

If Maya...Ken...even Cass thought he was soft, even after what he throws up as a disclaimer?

How bad could he really be?]

[It's when Kaneda relaxes that Maya finally starts to smile again, leaning on her palms.]

And now you know for sure-- I'm always right. Don't forget it next time, Kaneda.

[Seems she's not quite as clueless as she pretends to be. She hopes he'll at least remember that.]

Hey! Don't get ahead of yourself.

I never said that!

There's plenty of things I'm right on.

Oh yeah? Like what, exactly?

[He points to the udon bowl.]

--!!

[She FORGOT ABOUT THAT FOR A SECOND hold on she is gonna pick that bowl up and slurp down the last of those noodles before they get cold or soggy. This does not prevent her from talking.]

That doesn't count! I meant when you've been right and I've been wrong!

[His expression lightens when she scrambles back for it, a hand casting over his face to cover his nose and eyes, peeking out between the fingers.]

You didn't say that!

[But fine. He'll play your game.]

Hover vespas. Not as good as ones with wheels.

Okay, that doesn't count either.

[Once she's done with that bowl, she puts it back on the floor, shoving it slightly under the bed as to avoid either of them accidentally tripping on it. Then she turns to face him again, eyes bright, hair bouncing on her shoulders.]

Of course you're gonna be right about motorcycles and vespas and stuff! That's totally out of my league, it's a technicality.

[Kaneda practically erupts in laughter.]

It counts!

[He’s got to take his victories where he can, after all. They’re few and far in between. His legs shift, now crosslegged to match hers as she leans in, flashing that knowing smile that screams “I win.”]

Sounds like someone just can’t admit I was right~

It soooo doesn't count.

When have you ever known me to be a sore loser, huh?

When you're losing!

[He leans forward more, teasingly.]

It counts!

I have no idea what you're talking about. Because I don't lose.

[And yet, she's trying very hard not to giggle, though a few get through. She leans forward too, playfully staring him down. BRING IT PUNK]

[And he leans closer, eyes locked on hers. It's a challenge now, and he's not going to lose THIS one. But his chest shakes with laughter, hands reaching up to grab her wrists playfully.]

Not from where I'm looking...~

You must be looking from the wrong place!

[She laughs just a little, bracing her wrists against him now that he's taken them, and leans just as much closer to him. She has a smirk on her face like she's got plans.]

Yeah? Why don't you tell me where I should be looking then? Because all I see is a sooooreee loser~

[He supports her as she leans in, those hands holding firm as he leans just a tiny bit closer, their faces merely inches apart now.]

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