Good, Violent, Exciting Publicity [Nozomi, Liu]

Seeing was not the same as feeling, and it was beyond just a textbook explanation of their difference here; there was no substitution for the experience that came with actually stepping into another's consciousness. Figuratively, spiritually, mentally, all perhaps Nozomi had done as much... but never quite physically. That was the proper way to describe it: The demon's awareness was expanded beyond the inner sanctum of her mind, layering itself along the expanse of the land here. Nozomi glanced at the motionless body of the woman she had disturbed, and saw not the slightest of a response from her. It was meditation on some incredible level, that it could rise to this level...

Hell, Nozomi would probably just get bored trying to accomplish the same.

Still, even though Liu welcomed her with an unsuspected amount of openness and tolerance, in turn she'd find the Quincy not so forthcoming. It was a contrast, cold steel walls with which no cracks could be found. She was aware of her own thoughts and practiced in ensuring she remained an enigma. Nozomi would let the demon take it as she will, but would be more than happy to remind her that the norm was privacy of mind. For some, it was the last safe haven, and better not left exposed. That Liu reveled in the pleasure of her meditation was her own pastime.

"How informal," she commented with a curve of the lips and a glance at the emptiness around them, as if seeking the source of the voice. She chose to vocalize her words with her human throat and her human breath, unlike Liu. Once upon a time she might have played along and attempted to mimic the out-of-body speech... it wouldn't even be a troublesome task for someone like her. Yet the longer she lived on, the more she clung to her more base human origins. "Though I guess I started it by choosing not to knock."

She certainly wasn't quick to get to the point, in any case. Disregarding the rainfall that drenched her long blue hair and soaked her otherwise stiff uniform, she sauntered over towards the motionless Liu with a prying gaze. Footsteps circled around her and left muddy footsteps, all the while with eyes studying her features up close. After a full revolution, Nozomi crouched in front of her, furrowing her brows as she stared at Liu's closed lids; that blissful expression. The Quincy inferred some sort of wholeness within her meditation, as evident by the effect on their surroundings. She likened it to the state that Buddhists idealized in their religion; something they could only hope to achieve in their time.

Nozomi decidedly poked the demon's forehead without expecting a response. Then, she finally responded as if that hadn't just happened."You know if I had understood just how much you were enjoying yourself here, I likely wouldn't have even come. It's almost as if you've already all you could ever need." Perhaps worryingly, perhaps not, Nozomi also began to draw small shapes with her finger against the skin as she continued. "Or, would you correct me if I said that there's something missing in your soulful diet lately? I may just have the fix to that."

She did eventually stop, perhaps knowing when something was too much. She settled with simply staring. "Gratis, of course."