Mari looked up from the plan, breathing slowly. Hazō did not know what, exactly, seemed wrong, but his brain sent him desperate alarm signals. She set the sheet of parchment down, not breaking eye contact, and took another breath, just as deep, just as slowly. An awkward silence hovered over the room. This is not how Hazō expected this to go. No scream, no laugh, no exasperated sigh.
"So," he started, "what did you-
She instantly cut him.
"Are you feeling alright?"
He'd never heard her voice be
that flat. And it finally clicked. Growing up with and around the Iron Nerve, movement regularity was second nature for him, be it his own or his mother's. But for Mari? Not so much. She had the quirks and shifts of everyday people, the suboptimal pathways of a regular nervous system. But while not having the cat-like grace of an Iron Nerve wielder, she was, in fact, extremely regular in her breathing and every movement. She was focusing on him intently and manually controlling every single muscle of her body - as if she expected him to attack her. It wasn't nearly bad enough an idea to warrant this, was it? Just enough to be a joke while still viable?
"Yes? I mean, I don't think anything's wrong with me, but I'm still bad at jokes, looks like."
"You suggested making yourself an enemy of the Nara, at the same time as implying you want to date them, fanning drama inside your sister's relationships, and making yourself the centre of a maelstrom of love affairs, interpersonal attraction, and hate, all in the service of a dark god which you know supports indiscriminate mass murder."
"Mari, I swear it was just a joke! I wanted to check your reaction and then I would-
"Oh no, Mari, I would never," she cut him again. "Unless you thought I could make it work?" Her impression of his dumbed-down voice was all the more unflattering that it actually did sound a bit like him, if not for the edge still present in her tone. "Look, Hazō. You're not the first, and you're not the last, to try the 'it was just a joke, unless?' approach. What you won't be the first at, is making it believable. It's older than the Sage and no one ever made it work. I am more concerned, actually, with where you got that idea from. This isn't your normal order of plans sometimes being dumb. You're suggesting throwing as much disarray into everyone's lives as anyone could without involving death, and then involving yourself in all of their circles while information you know to be extremely dangerous is bouncing around in your brain. So I will ask once: Hazō, did you have any seal fail near you lately?"
This was a bit much. Was
that what she was worried about? Over a joke? Sure, he'd never pass up an opportunity if his trickster of a Clan matriarch decided it would be funny and profitable, but there was a world between that and, willingness to propagate information about extradimensional entities, even though he was not the only one to do that and anyway that only ever brought him good luck and how much better could it make the world and frankly that would accelerate Uplift so much and Jashin only wanted the same things he did and was going to help him. So there. He'd show her.
"Ha! Not even! It really
was a joke!" Why did Mari's eyes seem so sad, he wondered? "And I didn't even fail anything, in fact, I recently discovered a brand new way of sealing that no one else ever did except the Sage, and it's so much better and so much more powerful and it will make everything right forever!"
"I... see," Mari finally said. "Hazō, I'm sorry, but this is for your own good."
Before he could even be puzzled over the
obvious non-sequitur, she hit him near the back of his skull, hard. His balance, and legs, went out from under him. His entire body felt sluggish, and vaguely in pain. And tired. So tired...
He woke up, placed on a table, his limbs strapped down with something he could not see. Not that he could move his head, as it was strapped as well. He barely made out her voice from the next room over.
"...ot himself contaminated, looks like. Experimental, esoteric or exotic sealing things, from what he said. Wild look in his eyes, tried to contaminate everyone with kami-know-what."
"Hmph. Like the kami would even know. Stuck up stinkers, don't know half as much as they think they do, do they?"
"Staying on point?"
"Yes. A shame, that. Was my best student, and got better than me." Kagome clearly made the best effort he could at keeping his cool, and made an admirable show of it, but he sounded hoarse from screaming, and kept pausing as his voice cracked. "But I'm still SSO. I know more about what's out there, obviously. Stupid. I should have told him about all before he got bit. There's not much good that could get in like that, Mari. Checked his ears, throat, nose, anus, body scan for any wounds, nothing. Whatever kind of stinker's gotten in there got in slick and discrete. That's the more dangerous ones, when they know what you think and how you think and how to hide everything from you until the only thing that can stop it taking over is a mass sacrifice to another one or if they lose interest because the next dimension looks tastier. Happened twice, both times Dummy and the Sage had to start a world war to cover it up. The first of them ended abruptly when another seal failed and the first infected guy just jumped through the rift. The other when a girl was offered to another god, and the two killed each other in a battle that sunk the land bridge between O'uzu and Tea. Stupid cover-up, like the Lightning clans ever really had beef with the desert guys. Idiots. Ther-" the older sealmaster's voice cracked. "There's... there's nothing we can do, is what I'm saying. I'm sorry."
Vote time! You can barely make out an axe covered in seals that give you a bad headache, against the wall. Kagome is about to kill you to save the world. What do you do?
Your plan can look like this:
[><] Action Plan: Ragequit
[><] Action Plan: Declare: you really are infected. Show them the wrath of Gl'bgolyb!
[><] Reroll: How about a Pangolin foot soldier for our new character?
[><] Action Plan: Accept your Fate (spend all your fate points and hope that somehow makes you convincing)
Write-ins are allowed.
XP for a good plan: negative seven.