[closed] we shape our buildings; thereafter, they shape us

[ignoreher]

WHO: Malkuth & Others
WHAT: Various threads for April (hmu for starters if needed!!!)
WHERE: Pretty much anywhere
WHEN: Anytime during April
WARNINGS: probable violence, drinking, cannibalism, sex, spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina will be marked as needed

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[ignoreher]

... But don't be fooled into thinking that makes someone irreplaceable, Izou. A life is a life. Just as they're born, they can be taken -- you know that. The same goes for the City.

[ so she says, turning her quite aware gaze to him instead. more on merit is fine. she judges people by that too, more than anything else -- but she doesn't go too far anymore. ]

The moment you can't show the results they want is the moment your life ends. Figuratively, and most of the time literally. It wouldn't be half bad if results weren't the only thing they cared about.

[ the way she'd been no different, as the sephirah of the control team. she recalls the ID numbers of the employees she'd cut down far easier than their names even now, unnecessary in the line of work. ]

[hitokiller]

... I wouldn't, given I've been through it.

( it feels natural to follow-up with this, to just tell her, but he can't quite put a finger on why. isn't clever enough to figure out the why, probably, he thinks.

it's best to just do what feels right, even if he feels a tightness in his jaw like it might twist into a scowl depending on her reply. )

Been a long time, but... you could prob'ly still find where they buried me if the country weren't so torn up. But that still ain't right. Results don't mean nothing when people turn on you at the slightest sign of trouble on their end, or even if they don't like ya. When you can't understand why you went from fightin' alongside someone one day to them laughin' at you the next...

( he turns a gyoza idly with his chopsticks, clearly disinterested at this point. )

That's why that merit stuff appeals to me, whether it means losin' your life or not in the end. At least folks will look at ya and recognize your worth.

[ignoreher]

[ where they buried him, huh...? so he's a part of history here, dead as anyone and yet here alive regardless. LILITH's no different than the City after all, in an odd way, and it's one that makes her give off a short laugh -- before she shakes her head, she knows that can be taken wrong. ]

Sorry, I was just thinking-- that there's more in common between LILITH and the City than I thought. If they could get away with it, they'd be reviving people for their own uses too... at least one Wing got away with it, which I only know because I was one of the people that was.

[ it's a somber thing though, something that is easier for some to talk about than others... it's a fact either way, and malkuth finishes off her drink as she leans back in her seat, hands in her lap as she looks up at the ceiling. ]

... We really aren't so different, [ but it has a far different tone than their first dinner together, where she'd said it lightly about their kill counts and professions that had asked it of them, one that's quieter at its core, ] though it was only after I died that I was of use to anyone. I was a nuisance at best before, and not worth looking back at at worst -- I wasn't hated or loved, there was just... nothing there. I couldn't produce results, and as a person I was nothing but a defect. I was just allowed to stay because I was passionate and in too deep by the end.

[ the memories aren't her own, but they are about her. facts you could find in data entries back at a certain corporation, no different than a history entry containing the name of a certain swordsman sitting in front of her. ]

So I don't have the greatest opinion on it, but I get why someone else would. It feels nice to be seen, doesn't it?

[hitokiller]

( it makes sense that there are others who died here, for death was as common as betrayal, but to hear malkuth relate to his circumstances without ridicule... with laughter that has understanding flit across his features rather than have him flinching away—

izou's eyes drop, his face warming.

it does feel nice to be seen, and the boisterous braggart of a killer who might've sneered at her a month ago stiffens in posture as malkuth takes a hammer to the wall of his heart with her nourishing words. he didn't expect this. didn't expect to be drawn so deeply into their conversation, to open up about himself. again, mind you. what was it... what was it about this woman that had him relaxing into her company like this? was it because she actually listened? that she didn't pretend to care? )

I can't pretend to get how this "city" of yers functions entirely, but... the way things work where I'm from, folks who've made a mark on the world are brought back to do good for humanity's sake. Much like things are here. So, maybe you could consider LILITH as seein' you as worthy... that you did some great things in life, and...

( man. this is so sappy. )

... Augh. Look. I'm not good at this sorta stuff.

[ignoreher]

[ it makes her laugh again, a little brighter this time. ]

You're really not, but... I appreciate it. [ sincerely, she does. she always meant it when she called him sweet. ] Looks like you're double wanted then, huh?

[ summoned twice... whatever the feelings between march and him, just good friends or more, malkuth doesn't think she'll have to worry too much. not that she did before -- but certainly not as she gets to know him better. ]

I'm probably just more useful than notable though, really. You know. The thing I showed off and all. But I like the way you put it better, so I think I'll start believing that too. I have to have faith in what other people see that I don't, right?