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Idolish Persona.
Jan. 17th, 2019 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scooptimistic[ Maya has no idea what's actually going on. Which is fine, really, because that's nothing new for her. It just means she's currently lacking in understanding, but the only way to remedy that is to observe and investigate.
She's still in Japan, that much is obvious. If she hadn't seen the signs and store fronts while wandering, the music nearby and the recognizable language would have clued her in. Japan, near what sounds like a male idol concert. Okay. She'd woken up face-down on the pavement but nothing was broken, she knew who she was, and if that was all she had to go on, that was fine. But after a minute, the familiar dulcet shriek of a demon has her realizing that it's maybe not as fine as she would have wanted.
There's a Rangda making a beeline for the stage, and while no one seems to have realized it's not just a very enthusiastic fan, Maya isn't wasting chances. She can still feel Artemis, cool and comforting, inside of her and that's enough to solidify her determination.
But there are still too many people, so after a second, Maya winces apologetically and holds one pink pistol over her head. ]
Sorry, idols. Sorry, fans. I'll make this quick!
[ And she fires once. It's enough to make the fans closest to her scream and scramble to get to safety, and for the Rangda to turn around with a hiss. ]
She's still in Japan, that much is obvious. If she hadn't seen the signs and store fronts while wandering, the music nearby and the recognizable language would have clued her in. Japan, near what sounds like a male idol concert. Okay. She'd woken up face-down on the pavement but nothing was broken, she knew who she was, and if that was all she had to go on, that was fine. But after a minute, the familiar dulcet shriek of a demon has her realizing that it's maybe not as fine as she would have wanted.
There's a Rangda making a beeline for the stage, and while no one seems to have realized it's not just a very enthusiastic fan, Maya isn't wasting chances. She can still feel Artemis, cool and comforting, inside of her and that's enough to solidify her determination.
But there are still too many people, so after a second, Maya winces apologetically and holds one pink pistol over her head. ]
Sorry, idols. Sorry, fans. I'll make this quick!
[ And she fires once. It's enough to make the fans closest to her scream and scramble to get to safety, and for the Rangda to turn around with a hiss. ]
