[Makie holds court in the corner, one leg hitched up in the booth and playing her shamisen. Specifically because Kagehisa has always enjoyed her playing; it brought him peace, and as he's one of the shades currently accompanying her--all thin, distant men and women dressed in 18th century Japanese clothing--why not attempt to send him to rest? She knows he's not real. Neither are the rest of them. Not even the Rin shade that has flickered into existence in the past hour, watching her with a look that shifts between guilt and accusation. (On point, that.)
She hasn't looked for an exit because this feels strangely fitting and she doesn't much care, all things considered, but she hasn't noticed she's fading yet, either. Perhaps soon she'll take a break because her fingers are starting to hurt, but for now... it feels like she's just borrowing a moment from her past, and she's more than fine with that.]
Otono-Tachibana Makie | Blade of the Immortal | Familiar
[Makie holds court in the corner, one leg hitched up in the booth and playing her shamisen. Specifically because Kagehisa has always enjoyed her playing; it brought him peace, and as he's one of the shades currently accompanying her--all thin, distant men and women dressed in 18th century Japanese clothing--why not attempt to send him to rest? She knows he's not real. Neither are the rest of them. Not even the Rin shade that has flickered into existence in the past hour, watching her with a look that shifts between guilt and accusation. (On point, that.)
She hasn't looked for an exit because this feels strangely fitting and she doesn't much care, all things considered, but she hasn't noticed she's fading yet, either. Perhaps soon she'll take a break because her fingers are starting to hurt, but for now... it feels like she's just borrowing a moment from her past, and she's more than fine with that.]