You can't spell 'cheese' without EEE

Evidently Not Japanese in a kimono.

vertin: i'd imagine she could handle like habanero level spice since she does a lot of traveling for her missions and kinda has to adapt

sonetto: habanero as well tbh she def does have a high pain tolerance from her being an investigator and fighting and she also does have to travel a lot for her missions as well so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

regulus: bell pepper. she'll take on a pepper-eating challenge and fold first jalapeno in.

druvis: probably a jalapeno. id imagine that the food in the roaring 20s weren't all that much spicy but druvis could probably take a little heat

sotheby: you'd think she has a low spice tolerance, but you have to remember this girl makes potions and some of the herbs and other ingredients she uses most likely are spicy. i'd say she can handle tabasco tbh

no one:

i don't do emotions but by god i have a rudimentary knowledge of the endocrine system and even more interest on that matter so.

imagine a woman. who quite literally has the ability to manipulate all these things

and now. imagine. when you've got this ability and you're thrown into all out war for six years. you'll do whatever you can to stay alive. stay afloat. keep yourself sane.

you dose up on adrenaline when you rush into every battle. arcanists heal fast, but you heal even faster when you can up your blood cell production. you keep the cortisol levels down to keep a clear head even when the bombs are falling, and the people are screaming. your control slips for a moment when that gargoyle pins you down and there's her bayonet inside your throat. your arcanum knits the wound, slow and barely but it's there, and you can only lie there as she stalks off, hands shaking and rifle bloodied, thinking she's killed you.

and then you're now a nurse and your patients are already at their lowest, and you can't bring them down with your low mood, so do maybe a little bit of dopamine, a dash of serotonin through your veins when you stay by their bedsides. when there's too little rations, just stop your ghreline production for a while. the hunger is easier to ignore when your own body doesn't feel it. there's people who need the food more.

one night, a patient plagued with night terrors attacks you, disoriented and terrified, but you numb the pain of your wounds and coax them to calm.

at the end of your long shifts it's easier to sleep when you can just flood your brain with melatonin. it's a little harder to chase off the nightmares, though.

and when the war ends, do you dare go back to letting go of that precise control? do you let that chronic pain of old wounds come back full force when could just suppress it for the rest of time?

do you even remember a time where you simply let yourself be? what waits when you stop?

thinking of them again

If Maria is allegory the Holy Mary, that does mean that kiritaka is an allegory to Jesus Christ?

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.