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[Maron had been in Luceti for a long while now. For that long while, she had gotten the chance to experience things she'd never imagine at home, mainly the weird stuff that the Malnosso threw at people. She had formed some nice friendships, had a job working to keep her mind from missing Momokuri at Seventh Heaven, and was still keeping her mask on "happy."
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
written/anonymous
[Whoops. Well, maybe it won't matter too much. Maron can write it off that she called him by name. Even if he figures it's someone he knows, figuring out who would be a chore.]
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I guess I wouldn't want it to be a big deal to anyone except us. We wouldn't have to talk about it a lot, but I'd want to [he pauses in writing for a second] not keep secrets. And to have regular fun and to be able to count on her.
['And for her to look like Asahina-san.']
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But wouldn't people make it a big deal? I know plenty of people who do, who bother you for every detail of everything that goes on.
[But something did intrigue her in all of that.]
When you say "count on her," what do you mean by that?
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['Where is this going, anyway? "Count on her..." Isn't that obvious? It means...
Well, I guess it's harder to define than it seems.']
And that means you want to be able to be sure someone's on your side when things go wrong. Just for someone to be reliably around is a big deal. Especially around here, though maybe that's not their fault.
So, what's the big reason for asking? Is Anonymous-san falling in love?
written/anonymous
[With how much people make it a big deal, with how people throw around "true love" bothers her when it can fall apart and not work. Why call it something that it isn't?
That list bit though-- Maron stares at her journal and nearly marches upstairs to scream NO I AM NOT! but that would be the worst possible thing to do so she'll just write it in caps. All caps is yelling. It works.]
NO I AM NOT.
I don't believe love even exists, I'm just trying to figure out what people think it is, why people even believe in it, and why it's such a good thing.
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...Lady? Yeah, probably lady. Girls usually ask about love more anyway. Although I could be wrong there, because they're also supposed to think love exists. Hmm. Am I that concerned about who this is? Guess I really am curious. And I do feel like I recognize something here.']
Have you ever tried it, Anony-san? It definitely exists. People have had the concept for a pretty long time. They're not faking it, I promise. Whether it's worth it, who knows? I'm not saying it is, but friendship can be hard or stupid too and I think that's worth it. I mean, what do you think is worth it? Is being really happy worth it if it means you'll be really sad at some point? If you don't want to fall in love, I'm pretty sure no one's going to force you to.
written/anonymous
Friendship comes and goes; sometimes you have a falling out or you lose contact and don't speak to each other. You can reconnect though, and have no strings attached to worry about. Sure, there can be jealousy but if you're close enough it won't matter. I'd rather have friends I care about then having someone tell me something like they love me when they really don't.
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I have to say, you seem to have some pretty strong feelings on this for something you've never experienced. Actually, I feel like less people here talk about love than elsewhere I've seen. But either way, if you really don't want it, I don't think anyone will blame you.
written/anonymous
[At least he's not that judgmental.]
Though, I guess if something were to happen to change my mind, I'd give it a shot. It'll take a lot, though.
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Well... for starters, I guess I'd want them to be... Open and honest. People can lie about things as if it were nothing, but I'd have to have some level of trust before I knew that they wouldn't be doing that at every turn. Once I can trust them, I know that they wouldn't hurt me. Not on purpose, I mean. Mistakes happen, and I know that, so... I guess I'd have to get to know their personality too.
[There's another pause as she thinks about things she hadn't touched upon.]
I guess if they could show me what love was - and not the sexual kind, so don't even think that - something tangible, I guess I could be all right with it. I never really saw any good examples except for fairy tales and those are just stories anyway. Anything through actions, subtle things, I guess. It doesn't need to be grandiose like roses filling up a room for Valentine's Day or White Day or anything like that. Something that only I would see from him, I guess.
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['I'm really starting to get a familiar vibe from Anony-chan here... Hmm...']
So what do you think? Know anyone who satisfies even one of those things?
written/anonymous
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Also, by the way, did anyone else say anything useful?
written/anonymous
I... haven't seen much else that's useful, per se. Not unless you count someone saying that love is a mental illness. Someone said something interesting about sacrifice too.
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I'm plenty familiar with the mental illness theory. It's got something to it, that's for sure. As for sacrifice, maybe that too, but it's that kind of thing I was thinking of when I said people sometimes take it more seriously than it has to be. Not that it can't be that, but it doesn't have to be. Probably.
Anyway, sounds like you got a few different answers at least.
written/anonymous
You too then? You think it could be a mental illness like what Haruhi said? [After all those nice words for this subject? That was hard to believe.] Since you seem to get the sacrifice thing, are we talking hanging out with friends, giving up eating mushrooms because the other person doesn't like them, or something else?
[However, she can understand sacrifice to an extent. Maron gave up a lot to be able to help Fin when the small angel came to her asking for help. She gave up most of her own life to do so; no time to really do anything with friends, barely time to do her homework... maybe that was "love" but in a different form.]
written
['Yeah, right.']
I don't agree with the mental illness view, but she has a point. When it's in its initial form, if it's really strong, it changes the way you think about things. One doesn't think about other things. A fixation's a form of mental illness. But just saying that's what it is doesn't really help anyone decide how to go about it, right?
As for sacrifice, it's not so much that you have to as that you become willing to, right? You become willing to give up things that you thought before that you cared about. If they make your world weirder, and you liked things normal, you stop liking them normal and you start liking them weirder. That's how I'd interpret that, anyway.
written/anonymous
[But she'll pause to mull over his view of love being an illness.]
Right. But you don't have to be fixated on just one thing, I don't see why you'd want to just... forget about everything else and stay focused on one person. That seems kind of... lonely.
Hm... I guess that makes sense too. But you don't necessarily have to give things up, or sacrifice things, right?
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I guess that means we're friends. However, she also doesn't trust me? The stark truth is always easier anonymously. Then again, "don't trust" doesn't have to mean "distrust." If trust is hard, that makes sense.']
Well, thanks, I guess.
Anyway, you don't want to have most mental illnesses, right? But it might happen either way. As far as I know, that's the point. Or part of the point. Same thing with giving things up. Doing one thing always means giving up on another... but nothing's necessarily true about it except having another person, right?
...Like I said, I guess I don't really know any more than you. If it's anything like other big things, talking about it isn't anything like actually doing it.
written/anonymous
I guess you're right, though. I don't know if there's things I could give up even if I were asked, but... I guess some sort of sacrifice isn't bad, depending on what it is.
[There's a pause while reading that last part though. Colour her surprised.]
You haven't had any experience in that field? Most people I know have said that they've been in love a few times! And you haven't? I don't know if I can believe that.
written/anonymous
Well, if you want to talk about that, you'd better come up and talk about it, since I'm not sure it's fit for public messaging with Anony-chan.
...just one moment while she processes that request.
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Oh gosh this was bad. This was very, very bad. Especially since she had said "Yeah you're cute" to him THAT MADE IT WORSE.
There will be a few minutes of her freaking out in her room; lucky for her there's only one person on her floor and Kyon is 4 up from hers.]
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action | god Kyon, such a stalker
action | IT'S ALL HE HAS TO DO OK
action | stop being a hikikomori 8|
action | maybe you should drag him out
action | it'll happen at some point i'm sure.
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actionaction; hi i've been on hiatus and this comment makes me ship these two. damn it Linton! o9"