[ khun's been on a mission to meet all his neighbors, though he wasn't expecting to meet them quite like this—that is, with maya coming in from the courtyard looking like she's been through a hurricane.
he throws her a lazy wave and heads over. ]
Bad hair day? [ teasingly, judging by his smile. ]
[Well, that was fun! Driving was one thing, but whizzing along on a broom like a character out of a children's book is another. She still misses her car, but hey, she'll take what she can get.
As such, she's not even really all that bothered by the fact that there's still a stray leaf or two caught in her hair, although she does finish up with combing some of the more unruly strands out of her face before she steps back inside the manor. There's a brief blink at the greeting before she returns the smile with a wide one of her own, not embarrassed at all about her messy hair.]
Ahahaha! You could say that! Turns out it'd be a good idea to bring a hair tie with you before you go out on any flying trips.
[Not that doing that would solve the leaf issue but meh... meh!!]
[ taps a finger against his hair where he's got a blue bandana (though honestly it probably looks like he's rocking a streak of bright blue unless you're close) woven into his hair somehow. ]
It never hurts to be prepared. [ his smile drops after that with a light sigh. ] I wish I could say the same about this place though. There's not much in the way of actual beauty amenities here.
[ with the air of that he's talking about a hotel and not just a random place they've been whisked away to against their will. ]
[khun still wins the award for the stabbiest-looking bandana in the manor, but honestly fair enough, maybe she should at least keep a scarf or something in her pocket (or just keep yoloing it and deal with the consequences later)
Anyways, she can't really disagree, although it doesn't really bother her to the extent that it seems to bother Khun. Still, if Ulala were here, she imagines she'd be seeing a comparable reaction.]
Well, it is a place for wizards to live. Maybe they could manage their appearances with magic?
[Although that definitely still means they didn't account for them being complete amateurs to being wizards.]
[What a bourgeoisie vibe... Well, he's not wrong about the short term though, it'll probably be a ways off before she's ready to do anything like that.
But at the prospect of the shopping trip...]
Hmmmm. Sure, why not! Besides, if you're that particular about this sort of thing, I'll bet there's no better person to ask for recommendations.
[Also she's probably gotta fix her hair at some point anyway, so!!]
[Scene: Late at night under a tranquil moon (it doesn't look all that calamitous from here), a ways into the forest by the manor or actually -- perhaps past it, somewhere out in the crazy wilderness between the ravages and the ruins.
But since trees are picturesque, we'll say it's a clearing surrounded by trees. Things (and acoustics) just wouldn't hit the same on an open plain, would they?
A dark-cloaked figure is seated at a grand piano; the instrument's glossy curves gleam between the leaves, the reflections of the keys dance after his fingers: Moonlight Sonata in the great outdoors, for those with the wherewithal to recognize Beethoven in a completely different world and time.]
The forest howls...
[His voice is sonorous; perhaps unnaturally so, weaving with the notes; weaving with the minor explosions that are happening around him in a certain radius -- they're not very powerful, but they're more-or-less targeting any monsters venturing beyond the treeline. They're all smaller monsters in this area, the right size to get bowled over by a bit of fireworks, and also not so loud as to drown out the music.
The hapless goblins, wargs, and bats are knocked about like ping-pong balls; though most of them aren't destroyed. It makes for a very bizarre field of view coming up on the place.
But who is he talking to, if not the monsters? Well...]
But the trees hear your passing. Speak. What brings one of the castle's newest peons here?
[Maya herself isn't that used to tromping around in the middle of the forest at night. First and foremost, she is a city girl and while she's done her fair share of late night strolls when coming home from the office, she'd never had reason to hit up the more mountainous or rural outskirts of the city. Still, having a flying broom makes a pretty big difference when it comes to a commute to and from the city, so while it would normally be quicker to just use the tower to return to the manor, it's not so bad to get a lay for the land when you can.
So really, it's pretty much pure coincidence that she happens upon this strange scene of a man playing a piano in a clearing while a bunch of demons(?) get repelled by the ongoing light show. Lowering her altitude so she can take a closer look... yeah, no, this is still weird.
Evidently, her impression isn't helped by the cosplayer's(?) way of speaking, but she's also had encounters with other overdramatic guysin stupid masks before, this is fine.]
Oh, me? I was just passing by when I saw you and your piano... I didn't realize there were demons here, too.
[Quite discerning of her, Shadow thinks, to come in from the air by the light of the moon -- else he might have blown her up a little with the monsters. It's a slim chance, but given that his senses have totally been dulled and the piano is kind of loud when you're the one playing it, you never know.
His fingers don't pause on the keys as he continues playing, even though that means he only catches maybe two-thirds of what she's saying. He really needs to work on his sensory magic, but he also doesn't really feel like fighting monsters the normal way right now, for one reason or another.
Also it makes a nice backdrop for his lines. It's a true cosplayer (clown) mentality.]
Wandering out into the wilds without a thought for what may lie here, when your magic is still so undeveloped... That boldness isn't bad. [...] Did you say demons?
[Meanwhile, as this little impromptu concert continues and the cacophony of the monsters being blown back in the background remains a part of the bgm here, she can't help but feel that having this kind of chat in the middle of this clearing is just unbelievably surreal. She's seen some weird shit recently but this is pretty up there, mostly because she can't seem to discern a reason for why any of this is happening right now.]
Uh... Thanks? Although I feel like that should be my line...
[Because really, she doesn't think there's anything bolder than dragging a whole-ass piano out here in the middle of the night so he can play it (and blow up some monsters on the way?).
The demon thing though--most people at home aren't really aware of them either, so that's not too surprising a response.]
Yeah. I mean, they don't quite look the same as the ones I'm used to, but what else would you call them?
I am Shadow; he who dwells in the dark and hunts the deeper shadows that lurk within.
[Unfortunately for Maya, this is literally just what dealing with Shadow is like. Forever. Sudden pianos may be the least of her problems. Well, the yeeted monsters may be the least of her problems right now, given they're really not up to causing additional chaos.
That's probably a good thing!
Unseen under his hood, Shadow's lips curl in a satisfied smile. Bamboozling people really is a fun past time; plus he gets to use lines he wouldn't otherwise. This is a worthy role(play) and activity. He even gets to practice magic in the mix. Speaking of which... the clearing's getting a little crowded. His AOE isn't perfect yet, alas.]
... We call them magical beasts, but perhaps here they are something else altogether. Nevertheless, they too have stepped into my shadow. [a struck chord, sudden and dramatic; spoken English, ringing and true] I Am Atomic: Moonlight.
[With the spoken incantation, the magic he's been casting coalesces, becomes a just slightly visible shimmer of electric purple traveling throughout the ground and the trees, under Maya's feet and that of the monsters. This time, several of the monsters are thrust out of the clearing altogether, but luckily his companion is spared. Precision is also part and parcel of training.]
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Shadow, huh... I don't recall seeing you around the manor.
[Everything about this person screams suspicious in capital letters, but so far it's only the monsters that are being tossed back, so the concern levels are relatively low. As some monsters slip past the blasts, Maya's prepared to loose her own spell in response, but Shadow beats her to the punch and she just watches them get yeeted. Welp.]
That's one way to deal with them, I suppose! I guess talking wouldn't do much good if they're actually beasts, though. I was hoping we might be able to get some information or items if we could have a decent conversation...
[just leaves him on read for a week because she's gone on the mission--
okay no, we can say this is before she leaves or something. I don't know, timelines are fake!!! Anyways, she'll stick a note in somewhat messy handwriting back on his door.]
Thanks for looking! Shame about the lack of ramen, but maybe we could go out and check out other kinds of restaurants sometime?
[ idk what time is man WE CAN JUST SAY THIS IS BEFORE SHE LEAVES, YEAH.
He gets her note, though, and debates on whether he should continue this little game of telephone or actually approach her. The former seems funnier, but in the interest of time, he'll just go ahead and knock on her door and see if she's in. They're on the same floor, after all! ]
Thankfully she is in today, so it doesn't take long for her to get to the door. Once she opens it, Yamato will have a pretty clear view of her room, which is... well, it doesn't look like a hurricane hit it or anything (yet) but it's already apparent that the floor has a few pieces of trash that didn't quite make its way into the proper bin, and there's an extra layer of tripping hazard involved with some of the bed sheets drooping over onto the ground.
Not that she looks remotely embarrassed about any of this, because she just grins at him.]
[ Ah. So this is why she wanted to try out Musashi, eh.....
Yamato knows better than to comment on a pretty lady's messy room, though, so he bites his tongue and keeps that thought to himself. One step at a time. They can work on it later... ]
Yeah. I was going to write back to you, but since we're on the same floor, I figured it'd be easier to just show up here. We can check out some of the food places, if you're free now?
Sure! I was just finishing up some notes. Let me grab my bag and we can go.
[She won't really even bother to close the door as she goes to retrieve her handbag, so Yamato can stand and watch or just chill in the hallway, his choice. But if he does stay there, he can also notice that she ends up holstering a pair of (pink) guns at her waist. It's fine!!! Don't worry about it.]
Alright, I'm all set! Did you have any places in mind, or are we going to wing it?
[ Knock knock! It's the first time Kurapika has made a real effort to actually knock on Maya's door, but here he is. Things have finally calmed down (sort of), so he's ready to make good on his promise of helping her with a bulletin board. ]
[Given they're on the same floor, it's a little funny to think that they haven't actually dropped by each other's rooms before then, but it's easy enough to run into each other outside of this hallway. And if he'd visited in the first couple of weeks, perhaps it would've given a better impression of her as an adult, but being six weeks into their stay here means she's had plenty of time to get comfortable.
So when the door opens, Kurapika will get a nice view of her current living conditions, which is probably best summed up as a disaster zone.
What's most obvious from his vantage point at the doorway is that there's quite a bit of loose paper strewn about the room, including and not limited to the floor, with ground zero being the cluttered desk off to the corner. Besides that, there's also some clothes and other items like towels piled on top of her bed (including the fancy ball outfit they got previously), with some dangerously close to sliding off and adding to the mess on the floor.
Maya, for her part, just beams at Kurapika from where she's standing.]
Hey, what's up? It's not every day I get a visit from you... Did you need something?
And he really thought Maya had her shit together, but it seems like her carefree attitude really manifests itself in the chaos of of her room. It takes him a second or two to register her question, only because he's so focused on the mess. ]
I thought I'd ask if you wanted to go out and grab materials for a bulletin board.
[ Maybe he should tack on "cleaning up Maya's room" to the end of that too, though. ]
[ Maya will wake up on Monday to a very peculiar scene. They will see who they saw when they stepped into the mysterious circle a week ago...but the visage of who it was before scatters to the wind, and reforms as someone new. The thread of fate severs, and who you were one fated to be with matters no longer, as a new person takes their place with yellow petals.
Who Maya sees is someone of intimdating stature and armor. They stand tall and at attention, ready to lead the charge to victory. The petals shift to show the figure drawing their sword lit ablaze, ready to strike for a greater cause.
The vision fades as fast as it came, however, and before they know it, Maya is grounded back in reality once more. ]
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early on? time is nebulous
he throws her a lazy wave and heads over. ]
Bad hair day? [ teasingly, judging by his smile. ]
time is truly a lie!!
As such, she's not even really all that bothered by the fact that there's still a stray leaf or two caught in her hair, although she does finish up with combing some of the more unruly strands out of her face before she steps back inside the manor. There's a brief blink at the greeting before she returns the smile with a wide one of her own, not embarrassed at all about her messy hair.]
Ahahaha! You could say that! Turns out it'd be a good idea to bring a hair tie with you before you go out on any flying trips.
[Not that doing that would solve the leaf issue but meh... meh!!]
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It never hurts to be prepared. [ his smile drops after that with a light sigh. ] I wish I could say the same about this place though. There's not much in the way of actual beauty amenities here.
[ with the air of that he's talking about a hotel and not just a random place they've been whisked away to against their will. ]
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Anyways, she can't really disagree, although it doesn't really bother her to the extent that it seems to bother Khun. Still, if Ulala were here, she imagines she'd be seeing a comparable reaction.]
Well, it is a place for wizards to live. Maybe they could manage their appearances with magic?
[Although that definitely still means they didn't account for them being complete amateurs to being wizards.]
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[ the bespoke way of life. ]
And that doesn't help us out right now anyway.
[ he thinks for a moment. ]
You up for a shopping trip?
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But at the prospect of the shopping trip...]
Hmmmm. Sure, why not! Besides, if you're that particular about this sort of thing, I'll bet there's no better person to ask for recommendations.
[Also she's probably gotta fix her hair at some point anyway, so!!]
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in the jungle... the mighty jungle......
But since trees are picturesque, we'll say it's a clearing surrounded by trees. Things (and acoustics) just wouldn't hit the same on an open plain, would they?
A dark-cloaked figure is seated at a grand piano; the instrument's glossy curves gleam between the leaves, the reflections of the keys dance after his fingers: Moonlight Sonata in the great outdoors, for those with the wherewithal to recognize Beethoven in a completely different world and time.]
The forest howls...
[His voice is sonorous; perhaps unnaturally so, weaving with the notes; weaving with the minor explosions that are happening around him in a certain radius -- they're not very powerful, but they're more-or-less targeting any monsters venturing beyond the treeline. They're all smaller monsters in this area, the right size to get bowled over by a bit of fireworks, and also not so loud as to drown out the music.
The hapless goblins, wargs, and bats are knocked about like ping-pong balls; though most of them aren't destroyed. It makes for a very bizarre field of view coming up on the place.
But who is he talking to, if not the monsters? Well...]
But the trees hear your passing. Speak. What brings one of the castle's newest peons here?
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So really, it's pretty much pure coincidence that she happens upon this strange scene of a man playing a piano in a clearing while a bunch of demons(?) get repelled by the ongoing light show. Lowering her altitude so she can take a closer look... yeah, no, this is still weird.
Evidently, her impression isn't helped by the cosplayer's(?) way of speaking, but she's also had encounters with other overdramatic guys in stupid masks before, this is fine.]
Oh, me? I was just passing by when I saw you and your piano... I didn't realize there were demons here, too.
snails back here sorry for slowwww
His fingers don't pause on the keys as he continues playing, even though that means he only catches maybe two-thirds of what she's saying. He really needs to work on his sensory magic, but he also doesn't really feel like fighting monsters the normal way right now, for one reason or another.
Also it makes a nice backdrop for his lines. It's a true cosplayer (clown) mentality.]
Wandering out into the wilds without a thought for what may lie here, when your magic is still so undeveloped... That boldness isn't bad. [...] Did you say demons?
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Uh... Thanks? Although I feel like that should be my line...
[Because really, she doesn't think there's anything bolder than dragging a whole-ass piano out here in the middle of the night so he can play it (and blow up some monsters on the way?).
The demon thing though--most people at home aren't really aware of them either, so that's not too surprising a response.]
Yeah. I mean, they don't quite look the same as the ones I'm used to, but what else would you call them?
/snail antennaeshake
[Unfortunately for Maya, this is literally just what dealing with Shadow is like. Forever. Sudden pianos may be the least of her problems. Well, the yeeted monsters may be the least of her problems right now, given they're really not up to causing additional chaos.
That's probably a good thing!
Unseen under his hood, Shadow's lips curl in a satisfied smile. Bamboozling people really is a fun past time; plus he gets to use lines he wouldn't otherwise. This is a worthy role(play) and activity. He even gets to practice magic in the mix. Speaking of which... the clearing's getting a little crowded. His AOE isn't perfect yet, alas.]
... We call them magical beasts, but perhaps here they are something else altogether. Nevertheless, they too have stepped into my shadow. [a struck chord, sudden and dramatic; spoken English, ringing and true] I Am Atomic: Moonlight.
[With the spoken incantation, the magic he's been casting coalesces, becomes a just slightly visible shimmer of electric purple traveling throughout the ground and the trees, under Maya's feet and that of the monsters. This time, several of the monsters are thrust out of the clearing altogether, but luckily his companion is spared. Precision is also part and parcel of training.]
antennaeshakes + then shoots a love dart at you uwu
[Everything about this person screams suspicious in capital letters, but so far it's only the monsters that are being tossed back, so the concern levels are relatively low. As some monsters slip past the blasts, Maya's prepared to loose her own spell in response, but Shadow beats her to the punch and she just watches them get yeeted. Welp.]
That's one way to deal with them, I suppose! I guess talking wouldn't do much good if they're actually beasts, though. I was hoping we might be able to get some information or items if we could have a decent conversation...
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No ramen, sorry. I looked around. Either it's hard to find or it doesn't exist here.
I'm sure there's something close to it, though.
- Ymt
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okay no, we can say this is before she leaves or something. I don't know, timelines are fake!!! Anyways, she'll stick a note in somewhat messy handwriting back on his door.]
Thanks for looking! Shame about the lack of ramen, but maybe we could go out and check out other kinds of restaurants sometime?
-舞耶
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He gets her note, though, and debates on whether he should continue this little game of telephone or actually approach her. The former seems funnier, but in the interest of time, he'll just go ahead and knock on her door and see if she's in. They're on the same floor, after all! ]
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Thankfully she is in today, so it doesn't take long for her to get to the door. Once she opens it, Yamato will have a pretty clear view of her room, which is... well, it doesn't look like a hurricane hit it or anything (yet) but it's already apparent that the floor has a few pieces of trash that didn't quite make its way into the proper bin, and there's an extra layer of tripping hazard involved with some of the bed sheets drooping over onto the ground.
Not that she looks remotely embarrassed about any of this, because she just grins at him.]
Oh, Yamato-san! Did you need something?
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Yamato knows better than to comment on a pretty lady's messy room, though, so he bites his tongue and keeps that thought to himself. One step at a time. They can work on it later... ]
Yeah. I was going to write back to you, but since we're on the same floor, I figured it'd be easier to just show up here. We can check out some of the food places, if you're free now?
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[She won't really even bother to close the door as she goes to retrieve her handbag, so Yamato can stand and watch or just chill in the hallway, his choice. But if he does stay there, he can also notice that she ends up holstering a pair of (pink) guns at her waist. It's fine!!! Don't worry about it.]
Alright, I'm all set! Did you have any places in mind, or are we going to wing it?
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sometime during week 6
Maya? It's Kurapika.
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So when the door opens, Kurapika will get a nice view of her current living conditions, which is probably best summed up as a disaster zone.
What's most obvious from his vantage point at the doorway is that there's quite a bit of loose paper strewn about the room, including and not limited to the floor, with ground zero being the cluttered desk off to the corner. Besides that, there's also some clothes and other items like towels piled on top of her bed (including the fancy ball outfit they got previously), with some dangerously close to sliding off and adding to the mess on the floor.
Maya, for her part, just beams at Kurapika from where she's standing.]
Hey, what's up? It's not every day I get a visit from you... Did you need something?
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And he really thought Maya had her shit together, but it seems like her carefree attitude really manifests itself in the chaos of of her room. It takes him a second or two to register her question, only because he's so focused on the mess. ]
I thought I'd ask if you wanted to go out and grab materials for a bulletin board.
[ Maybe he should tack on "cleaning up Maya's room" to the end of that too, though. ]
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Oh yeah! We talked about that a while ago, huh... it almost slipped my mind. [What with all the injuries they've been accruing here and all!!]
Sure, I'm game. It should be easier to build now that we've improved our magic, too.
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[ He takes a step back into the hallway. ]
Ready to go?
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[Over to the nightstand she goes to retrieve them, holstering the guns as she walks out of the room.]
Okay, where to? I'll admit, I've been more focused on restaurants and cafés, so I'm not too familiar with where we can find wood.
[Although the stationery she can handle, at least!]
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???
Who Maya sees is someone of intimdating stature and armor. They stand tall and at attention, ready to lead the charge to victory. The petals shift to show the figure drawing their sword lit ablaze, ready to strike for a greater cause.
The vision fades as fast as it came, however, and before they know it, Maya is grounded back in reality once more. ]