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memoryboxes) wrote2011-04-11 01:04 am
memoryboxes) wrote2011-04-11 01:04 am
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14th Memory [Accidental Voice/Action]
[Hello, Luceti. Are you having a good Monday? Good. Goooood. Then you won't mind the sudden cry of surprise from the journal, will you? There's shuffle and a few huffs from running. This is because Sayo is hiding under a tree, gripping the trunk for dear life.]
The sky!! There's something wrong with the sky!
It's—it's melting!!
[... Yes, you can hear the the rain falling. If you want an action thread, you'll find Sayo clinging in terror to a tree, crouched low with her eyes closed, shaking in her kimono. Because she's never seen anything like this, and it's a little terrifying. She just wanted to speak to the wind spirit, and this happens? Is it another experiment? Is Luceti breaking? She presses her forehead into the bark and squares her shoulders at the sounds. A-ah, it's starting to fall through the trees. Oh gods, oh no!
Way later, she goes to work. Soaked to the bone. Fucking rain. 8'D
More-than-likely, she'll end up doing to the clothes store later, so one may find her there as well, staring blankly at a rack full of sundresses and blouses. Which is a very peculiar experience for a woman from a more feudal Japan. Sayo may not have much in the way of memories, but she does have her idea of appropriate attire intact. And this...]
... This is a little... revealing... I think...
[She picks up a noodle-strap top and furrows her brow; very (unsure) about this, man.]
((ooc: screw timelines, space and time is broken))
The sky!! There's something wrong with the sky!
It's—it's melting!!
[... Yes, you can hear the the rain falling. If you want an action thread, you'll find Sayo clinging in terror to a tree, crouched low with her eyes closed, shaking in her kimono. Because she's never seen anything like this, and it's a little terrifying. She just wanted to speak to the wind spirit, and this happens? Is it another experiment? Is Luceti breaking? She presses her forehead into the bark and squares her shoulders at the sounds. A-ah, it's starting to fall through the trees. Oh gods, oh no!
Way later, she goes to work. Soaked to the bone. Fucking rain. 8'D
More-than-likely, she'll end up doing to the clothes store later, so one may find her there as well, staring blankly at a rack full of sundresses and blouses. Which is a very peculiar experience for a woman from a more feudal Japan. Sayo may not have much in the way of memories, but she does have her idea of appropriate attire intact. And this...]
... This is a little... revealing... I think...
[She picks up a noodle-strap top and furrows her brow; very (unsure) about this, man.]
((ooc: screw timelines, space and time is broken))
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[startled, she'll look up and around, raindrops catching her face and running down the lengths of already-damp curls, but she doesn't see anything. Still, rather than question it, she'll make her way under the tree]
What's going on?
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It's leaking!
[She is not budging an inch from this tree. 3:^(]
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[the sudden realization that it was the rain that has her scared brings a smile to her lips...but it's not an unkind one. It's helped by the fact that Sayo isn't the first person she's run into here who is confounded by water pouring from the sky... or it may just be the same acceptance that allowed her to accept friends with faerie blood and boys who talked to bicycles. Anything was possible.]
No. No, really. It's alright. It's just rain.
[she doesn't leave the shelter of the tree. She doesn't want to startle the woman too much. But she holds out her hand beyond the bows so that the water can hit her upturned palm]
See? It doesn't hurt at all.
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[It's. It's not normal!
... Right...?]
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[she steps back, still smiling, so that the rest of her is in the rain, drops falling on her upturned face before she spins. It really did make her happy, the rain. Especially now, with it warming up just enough to keep it from being miserable]
And if you listen, it's a little like music, the way it sounds when it hits the ground? Like quiet percussion.
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[She'd learned more about music through someone a while ago, though that person is probably forgotten at this point. She leans out to look at the gray sky. She turns to Jilly, confused on what a certain word means:]
Like... 'percussion'?
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[stopping in her twirl, she'll come back to the tree, joining Sayo under the boughs] Or... anything that keeps a beat, really. Like this. [and she'll tap out a tiny rhythm against the bark, barely more than a light patter, before she stops and nods to the falling rain]
It's got it's own beat. And the thunder...if we hear thunder later, it's like a really loud drum. Like the music just got extra enthusiastic.
[because if the rain was enough to scare the poor girl, thunder might send her into shock]
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Thunder?
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Thunder's when it's stormy like this and you hear a loud crash in the sky. Like drums. Sometimes it can be pretty loud. [she smiles] But it's safe. Just a lot of noise.
[stepping back from the tree once more, she offers Sayo her hand] Were you trying to get somewhere? I can go with you, if you want? So you don't have to walk alone. I promise it's safe.
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Oh, I wouldn't mind going home... I suppose I'll need something to guard my clothes...
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[a quick smile] Well... I don't mind it anyway. I could always go get something from one of the stores, if you want to keep dry.
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I do have clothes at home!
Ah... but what to do about this weather... I don't suppose I can travel around much it in.
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We could find an umbrella, too, if you wanted to walk outside without getting wet. [following a chain of reasoning...if she doesn't know rain, she probably doesn't know umbrella's either] They're... like a personal dome that you can hold over your head and it keeps the rain off.
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But are you sure? You don't have to come with me, if you have somewhere else to be, or anything like that...
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