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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 009 )

Test Drive Meme #9

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Remember that Reserves will open on March 17th, and Applications on March 24th!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

City Slicker
The walls of this place are uniform, gray-tinted, built from sandstone and clay. The architecture is deliberate and monochrome to an unkind extent; homogeneity, here, is the order of the day. All told, while a bit colorless, the place is not unpleasant, particularly with that periwinkle blue midday sky blanketed with soft tufts of cloud overhead.

Except for the shouts of armed guards pursuing you.

You've broken the law, you see. Maybe your hair is too colorful, or your apparel contained pockets. Maybe you carried a weapon without a permit. Whichever one of those ridiculous, lengthy list of laws you've broken, it's put you in the guards' bad sights. Their technology hasn't progressed beyond that of spears and shields, but at least like this, you're being allowed something of a fighting chance.

We say "fighting," but really, your best bet is probably to try and avoid them. Mu has recreated the ironclad system present on the island of Ai'tuoh, though it's eased some of the unfair advantages stacked against you: the militia are no longer cunningly concealed among the populace, and they do not fight with needles slid into arms before you can understand what, precisely, has just gone wrong. This way, at least you have a chance to run before they seize and sedate you.

Which we recommend, by the way. The running.

Sky Islands, or Skylands
While waking on islands is all very well and good - practically par for the course in LifeAftr, in fact - one might need a moment to adjust to the strangeness of this one. This one, it turns out, is floating.

Suspended in midair, this island is one of several dozens peppered throughout the sky. They drift to and fro, close to one another and then away again, but that's far from the most curious thing about them. No; their most peculiar quality is the fact that these islands shift, warping in shape as though caught in a state of perpetual flux. They ripple seamlessly from one visual to the next,: cycling through the varieties of an ice-swept tundra, a lush rainforest, a half-crumbled ruin, and infinite others in the span of mere hours.

And, if you concentrate just enough, you might find that these islands are pliable to even your will. You may be able to mold them like clay through focus of will alone, causing them to gradually shape into something familiar, even desirable: a home you miss, a place you wish you could see. But no matter how you try, you can only fabricate that which is non-sentient - plants, buildings, rocks, trees.

Just take care not to take things too far. You might find that the landscape does not take too kindly to being overly micromanaged. Too much projection of your conscious or subconscious desires will cause the entire thing to start to darken, crumble, and wither away...taking you with it.

And it's a very, very long fall back to earth.

[This prompt is a miniature version of our February event! Feel free to experiment with whatever details you uncover on the info post if you like!]

Kick Back, Relax
It's not all survivalist shenanigans and horrifying, mind-bending events. There are, in fact, plenty of moments of relaxation, of relief, and even fun to be had. Mu is not a wholly unkind being; it can allow you a much-needed respite in the form of something it suspects everyone might enjoy: a good old-fashioned party.

A volleyball net has been strung between two palm trees. A length of driftwood table has been laden with any kind of food you could imagine might be found on an island: drinks served in coconut shells, carmelized shrimp, smoked oysters, skewers of fish. The aquamarine tide laps up at the soft white sand, and those who test the temperature of the shallows will discover that they are pleasantly warm.

And at the center of it all, a cheerful bonfire that kicks up hot flares of sparks into the warm, rich blue of the sky. What a peaceful sight! What a jovial celebration!

Better enjoy it while it's here.

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City Slicker

( it's a strange and beautiful contrast.

the persistent theme of grey exhausts the scene of any life, draining it bereft and desolate to the point that he expects rain, and yet the sky is a proud pitch of periwinkle overlooking it all. it appears almost invasive to the scene, disjointing and disorienting in exactly the way that he finds interesting, like an unfinished backdrop to work with. what happened to those painting the scene? did they succumb to a cruel and sudden death, or perhaps unbearable heartbreak? the possibilities are endless and sweep him away, drawing his eyes to the direct contrast above and keeping him under a sliver of direct sunlight. he doesn't notice the men gathering around him or their disapproving glares—if he does he pays them no mind, keeping appreciative of the scenery the architecture presents, as if it's been put on display just for him. his smile is approving, his gaze alight with the kind of sincere excitement found rarely outside of a child.

alas! as much as he enjoys drawing a crowd, the atmosphere of rising contempt is elucidated with a simple order:

to stop throwing those colorful roses just about everywhere he goes.

to be truthful they worked both as a way to mark his presence and as a way to spread "Amazing" to this bleak world. once the color-kissed roses brush along the pavement, Wataru knows they will bleed the love and feelings he's put into them into every crack and crevice, they will stream AMAZING colors in spirit beneath the feet of every inhabitant that is going about their day, and it will be as if he's fastened the wings of mercury to everyone's ankles by showing them such a brightness. every flower has a language to it, every color holds a special conversation... !

and none of this matters to any of the militia, whose hands are all readying themselves in the fashion of defensive grips on spears. one even jabs a spear in Wataru's direction, causing him to hitch his chin and place his hands up in a disarming display. )

Now then! Have I earned your displeasure so much? Could it be possible that you are not ready to receive my message of love and radiance just yet?

( if he's nervous at all, he's hiding it with a painted jovial expression. a hand drops to press his index finger at the spear's tip nearest to him, gently attempting to redirect it even just a bit. )

Or ...could it be that I have not given you the proper message? ♪ To be unable to meet my audience is unacceptable, no, it simply won't do! Let's reconcile, shall we? When we get along, even a colorless city like this can be—

( slippery fellow that he is, he's dropped right out of an attempted grab for him, gracefully pivoting behind the guard. who just ended up capturing another guard in a loving embrace instead. )

... Amazing! ☆

( someone get this guy out of here. )

Skylands

( Wataru has learned how to transform his own world by will, and shape the worlds of others with whatever he can give and put into it. he's spent years restructuring favor by playing into the bottomless greed of others, that eternal thirst that could never fully be slaked, turning the world into his stage and adjusting the setting accordingly. so when vibrant cosmos and birds of paradise bloom at the heels of his feet and trailing everywhere he walks, when a vivid and fluxing aurora blankets the sky above him, when unseen birds begin synchronizing to lift a familiar melody overhead, bioluminescent mushrooms sprouting up along the body of every tree he approaches... it almost passes his notice as anything odd or off. it isn't until a giant throne starts being constructed right before his very eyes, from the ground up and straight from the island's natural resources, that Wataru floats the possibility that there's something strange about all of this. he was just thinking of a dear friend... how odd. how very odd! how Amazing! ☆ )

Oh, this display ...is it truly an accident, I wonder? There is only one way to find out ... ☆

( and, although the gesture is absolutely unnecessary, Wataru raises his fingers to his temple and smiles triumphantly at the land shaping before him. a tree bends and lowers its leaves on to his head, shaping him a jester's hat and a sharp mask to drop over his eyes. )

Come now, gather around! I, your Hibiki Wataru, shall put on a spectacular display for you!

( that spectacular display? well, he's already trying to construct something akin to a colosseum. no, wait, it is one. he needs to gather a big audience, yes? this might take a while. )

Relax!

( catch Wataru in a rare peaceful moment, sipping on some of that coconut juice, arms folded behind his head as he soaks in the warmth of the sun bearing down on him and relishes the simplicity of the cool breeze's soft caresses against his face. the ocean spray intermittently gives a timid hello along his skin, carried by the wind as a gift, beckoning him to drift away to a dream.

which would be fine and good if he wasn't doing this in the middle of the volleyball field set up. to his credit, he doesn't want to miss anything exciting or amazing! this way he won't sleep through anything fun. )

Edited 2018-03-19 03:32 (UTC)

Wataru!

[It's not fair. In his dreams, in this place, he should at least be free of this city. Instead, he's still in this same track suit that gave him trouble in the first place. Even if he holds back his laughter, his singing— he'll be chased down if he's spotted. But now... Wataru is here.

Wataru would absolutely be caught. If he's caught here, is it the same thing? He's had these types of dreams three times now, and he's never allowed himself to be hurt in them. What if it transfers? What if Wataru is caught and can never meet up with him? He's waited too long. He can't allow that.

While those guards are distracted by... hugging, or whatever it is they're doing, Eichi is actually running at Wataru. He looks exhausted, but it's not stopping him, and he practically barrels into Wataru as he grabs at him, tugging, insisting that he leave.] Rather than playing around with them in such a way, create a distraction and let's leave!

[He'll explain more later! Probably.]

( his heart jumps at the familiar voice. Eichi looks serious, frantic, despite... what he's wearing, which Wataru decides to process a bit later. the accompanying flush that graces Eichi's face as he partakes in any rigorous physical effort is present, and the urgency of the situation isn't completely lost on Wataru, even if the actual length of the consequences is. for now priorities have shifted, the need to get Eichi to a place where he can sit down and not deign to worry over a man like him becoming far more imperative.

if that means there needs to be a kick of haste to exiting the stage of the current predicament, so be it... ! as he's grabbed, Wataru wraps an arm around Eichi's waist, gripping and turning with him so they can face the armed men. he takes a bow, not needing Eichi to join him if he does not wish to do so. )

Oh, do my eyes deceive me? But of course, my heart can't deny what you want, can it? Now, allow me to create a brilliant departure for us!

( it's too bad he has no incendiary devices or smoke screens needed for stage. he'll have to go with a more old-fashioned trick. to do so, he'll be nudging Eichi aside to step in front of him, masking any protectiveness as mere space necessary for performance. )

Behold, feast your eyes, fuahaha! There is nothing up this sleeve, yes? ( he's rolling up one of his sleeves now, showing off his bare arm, before moving to the other. the men are equally perplexed and impatient with the bullshit. )

Nothing up the other sleeve ... you see, nothing! ♪

( he's rolling those sleeves back down. sorry he is this way. )

[He's missed this so much, so there's a comfort to his antics, but Eichi still worries. Dream or not, less dangerous guards or not, they still have that sedative. He can see one of them with a needle drawn, and so he touches his fingers to Wataru's back, expressing his urgency.]

Don't allow them to get near you.

[He's using this time to catch his breath, anyway, and he trusts Wataru to know what he's doing. Even if he's very extra about it. They'll escape in an extra way, and Eichi won't have to deal with the reality of Actually Being In Prison.]

( Wataru gives a simple pause in his performance as acknowledgment, but nothing more; he doesn't try to draw too much attention to anything Eichi has said, lest their imminent escape become too obvious. Wataru takes one more step forward, definitely having noticed that needle by now. that's fine. he hasn't a doubt in his soul that this will work, but if things are to get messy it's best he gives Eichi a better chance to get away. )

Now, for the finishing part to my act! If I can make you smile, surely this can all be forgiven. I simply want to make you all smile...! Please, enjoy my gift of love to you all! Three, two, one!

( Amazing! Wataru pulls on his sleeve and a line of doves come out, flying right toward the armed guards. please don't hurt them, dudes! and in his other sleeve... more birds! though these ones are seagulls and pigeons and whatever could gather from his brief time in this fantasy land. either way, it's absolutely enough to leave the guards flabbergasted and, more importantly, trying to duck and dodge being pelted in the face with his feathered friends.

he'll be turning and grabbing Eichi's hand now, watching his breathless state with carefully masked concern, smiling broadly. )

Shall we race to our future together?? Oh, but would you like me carrying you there instead?

[It's nerve-wracking, watching this. Laughter isn't allowed, so are smiles? Eichi had never read the rules; he'd been arrested too early. Apparently irregular hair colors or bright clothing colors were restricted, laughter, music, stories— so much that gave life to a city wasn't allowed. So strictly, too...

But thankfully, Wataru manages to create a distraction. It's an incredibly tense one that has Eichi's heart jump into his throat, but the hand in his own is comforting in a way. Even if he feels like his heart might beat out of his chest, it's a little faded in a dream. He can make it... maybe. He squeezes that hand, and doesn't wait, taking off running.]

There's no time to decide something like that. [He's out of breath as he tries to explain, his steps slower by the minute, but he's pushing himself. He's pushing himself like he normally wouldn't bother to, in the case of something like running...?]

Can you find somewhere out of view? Somewhere for just the two of us? It seems as though there's more safety by the water, so if that's nearby... [He's going to dream die like this.]

Ahh? I trust Eichi's knowledge on matters like these! Then in that case, let's find water. ♪ ( he's intent on being reassuring, but the speed Eichi is leading them at-- and the rapid way he slows his pace, isn't something Wataru is failing to take note of or be disconcerted by. in situations like this it's best to keep everyone distracted and calm. the show must go on! but really, the need to find water is of the utmost emergency now, because he really needs Eichi to be able to breathe. or he won't be able to smile like this anymore. )

Hmm, this way then. ( Wataru jerks Eichi a bit roughly through an alleyway, following his nose and attempting to pick up the sound of the water's edge. it can't be that hard, right? it's an island. there's gotta be water nearby. they just need to cut through enough of this drab, dull city while Eichi's still conscious. he worriedly glances over his shoulder, smile refusing to strain just yet. his mask won't drop as long as it can give Eichi hope. )

Don't give me such a fright! You're really slowing down, you know?

[His dreams usually aren't so restrictive. They're what he wants to be, how he wants to feel, but Mu has never been the same. He's stuck in this same condition, and his eyes even feel like they're raw, even if they don't appear red or teary at the moment. It must be that his actually body is feeling this, and so it's transferred over? He doesn't know how it works.

But he knows it's not fair. He's running, but he's already been captured. Explaining that to Wataru wouldn't make any sense. Telling him that he's running only to be sure Wataru goes with him and doesn't get in any dream-trouble... It wouldn't be taken well or even seriously. So he's trying his best, but every step shakes his whole body, and even if there's that dreamlike distance to it, it hurts. It's tiring. He can't keep going.]

Am I...?

[He pretends he doesn't notice, squeezing at Wataru's hand and staring past him, ahead. He can't keep going, but he has to, and so he does.] They say that time can feel as though it slows down when you look at someone that you love, you know?

[Distracting weird ass comments are a good alternative to admitting anything.]

( he's slowing down himself now, feeling Eichi's weight become more resistant with each step. is he giving up? no, that isn't a fair assessment. his body has a mind of its own with this sort of thing. Wataru's gaze clings to him even as he walks ahead through the alleyway, watchful and surprisingly restrained. well, until Eichi delivers his finishing blow of a line, which solidifies a decision he feels he's already made in his heart.

it's strange. for him it hasn't been long since he's seen his friend at all, yet there's a sensation of yearning about this entire greeting. he offers a playful smile in return, keeping his hand tightly in his as he moves to face him, nudging him toward the wall. )

Is that so? Then which of us is it, commanding time to slow its gears in such a way?

( it's okay, Eichi. "can't" isn't in his lexicon! he'll get them out of this predicament. )

Something more important, though, is for you to close your eyes for me! ♪ ( is it a lot to ask? well, he needs it done for this trick to work. ) Don't keep me waiting, Eichi, be good and cooperative. ( before you die, seriously. )

[This is dangerous, isn't it? But there is a silence to it, and so Eichi feels a little less tense as he leans back against the wall. It makes breathing a little easier, even if this anxiousness hasn't left him.]

I wonder... [Who might it be? He's not going to say, and though he's asked to close his eyes, part of him doesn't want to. If he does, will he wake up? Will Wataru no longer be there? He squeezes his hand a little for his worries, but does as he says, shutting his eyes.]

I mean it when I say it's dangerous, Wataru, so please don't play around too much. Until we're further from here and in a safe zone, I'd rather not risk anything, so...

( good, at the tail end of that sentence Eichi will feel Wataru's own back awkwardly pushing into him, pinning him against that wall. then he'll crouch, wrapping his arms behind Eichi's thighs as he does, and forcing him into a piggyback conundrum. yes, lean forward and hold on to your Wataru, Eichi, or suffer just flailing hopelessly in the wind behind him! )

Oho? To say it all with such lack of faith, have you come to kill me? But danger and love are also a part of the same coin, aren't they? Yes, all love involves risk, and both give the stomach a similar sensation! ☆

( he straightens a bit and forces Eichi up his back with a bounce as he does. )

[At first, he's surprised, but then he's quickly leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Wataru's neck. He holds him close, pressing his face into that soft hair and staying silent for a few moments too long. Now his eyes are watering... It's just that they're watering, right? As a side effect. It doesn't have to do with the way his stomach feels so sick in those many ways at all.]

I suppose that is true, isn't it?

[He always has the right things to say. But Eichi wants to stay like this, now, where he can't be seen at all. Even if he's embarrassed for Wataru to be carrying him by his too-bare legs.] I hate to say things like this normally, but I do feel more than a little sick to my stomach.

[Danger or love?? Both?? Help him.]

Hm, mine too. You'll have to explain everything to me after, right? Improvising is still a specialty of mine,
but without a script it all feels even more dangerous and loving! ( he's clutched with enough need and strength that it provides the smallest of reliefs, for if Eichi can do that he might not faint just yet. he ducks forward just a bit, feeling the weight on his back shift with the motion. he takes a few careful steps forward first, measured and smooth, not wanting to disturb that upset stomach too much if so. once they reach the mouth of the alley he gives a quick lookover in both directions, ready to make a break for it, positioning himself and speaking with a rare gentleness to his tone, one quieter and personable. )

Keep your eyes closed and hold on tightly, okay?

...I will.

[To all of that, that's his reply. It's not like him, and it reveals how he's feeling too much, but there's not much he can do about that. Is this really Mu, or just his imagination? He can't tell at all, and he's afraid to know the answer, either way. Holding on tightly to Wataru, he keeps his eyes closed and ignores how they continue to feel more irritated, even in this dream world.

Thank goodness he doesn't have to cough. His stomach feels ill, but the distance means he doesn't think he'll actually cough anything up. It's just very unpleasant, which is something he's used to dealing with.

For now, he'll pretend they're not in this place at all, and focus on the familiar scent of Wataru's hair.]

( he'll honor Eichi's wishes and not "play around" too much, because a performance isn't any fun if it's only upsetting or worrying the person he wants to entertain. Wataru instead keeps beneath awnings and pillars of storefronts, moving along a street as quick as he can, behind erected markets of colorless foods served swiftly and, amazingly, quietly. he can feel the other man behind him practically burrowing into his hair, melting against for what he can only imagine is relief from the throes of his sickness. whatever pain he was in, Watar will have to vanquish it as soon as possible.

his heels cut quickly across cobblestone and pavement, gaze darting to and fro as he moves through a small neighborhood to get to what he's pretty sure is the water's scent, what he's pretty sure is its sound, if his own heartbeat doesn't get in the way. )

You've gone quiet on me, just as I'm teleporting you to your destination. ♪ You often fade away before the good part. How tragic. ( a pause as he thinks he sees-- no, false alarm. clear. )

So very quiet. Hey, say something for me, yes?

I'm sorry if I'm worrying you. It's just that I'm thinking.

[He responds to the request, taking a deep breath as he makes himself keep his eyes closed. If he looks, he'll panic. He has to trust and wait while holding him tight.] I was thinking, is it possible that Wataru heard me calling for him in my heart and came? I wonder if I shouldn't be happy due to the nature of this place, but I can't help but feel a bit relieved.

At the same time, if you were to vanish right now, I'm not sure that I could take it, so please don't perform any disappearing acts.

( there's a weighted silence after as he considers, keeping the task at hand his focus while measuring the words spoken with his heart. Eichi could say bold things, but there is a wide open sort of vulnerability to this that makes him wish for the chance to look into his eyes right now.

there's a shop that seems to be recently closed— a list of various violations is sealed against its window, as if to shame the rule-breaking owner ad create a mythological example of it all. surely some of it should be an exaggeration, yes? he has no time to think on it as he scrabbles for a safe location, ducking into the store for just a moment as some shady looking men pass by. it's quiet and dark and a bit damp and dusty, not the ideal place for Eichi's lung capacity, but their stay will be short and there's water just beyond this next block, Wataru knows it. definitely. )

Were you feeling lonesome? Of course I heard you. Did you know that? Whenever you need me, I want to come. That's the kind of relationship I want us to have. ♪ My heart just knows.

( his eyes stay ahead, peeking from the corner of the store's window to make sure nobody else is around. )

I wonder, it's a bit of an overwhelming feeling, isn't it? To not be able to leave even if you wanted to. But your Wataru will happily stay by your side, so don't say such worrisome things!

[It's Wataru. Even his own imagination couldn't craft words as beautifully as Wataru always can. On sad, lonely nights he might try to craft him in his dreams, to dull any pain or fear in his own situation, but there's always some sort of a tell. There's none right now, so this must actually be Mu.

His fingers curl into Wataru's jacket, and his face presses further against him. His tears have finally calmed themselves, but this sick feeling is still there. He's worried.]

As always, Wataru knows just what to say. Fufu... Or is it just that I'm easily pleased? I wonder. [He takes deep breaths, and it's helping, a little.] If that's the case, then I should tell you that you haven't reached me yet.

( he keeps his sights set on an opportunity for an opening, using it to justify the fact that he's pretty sure Eichi has been crying. it's an unsettling thought, one he feels immense guilt at ignoring the possibility of, but he's simply going off Eichi's orders and trying to get them to water for whatever reason. no, he doesn't even need a reason or an explanation. Eichi's desperation for it was enough.

in spite of the jovial atmosphere he's attempted to cultivate, it seems he isn't helping Eichi forget all of his problems just yet. the laugh is encouraging, but it sounds tired and nearly contrived in resignation. he can feel every breath against his curtain of hair, its warmth barely hitting the nape of his neck, the dampness of some spots on his hair more evident and visceral with the subtle movements. )

I haven't? ( he isn't quite sure what Eichi means by that. does he mean his heart? that he hasn't cheered him up quite yet? with a clueless cant of his head, Wataru keeps a hand on the worn wood of the door, waiting. )

Ah, do you want me to try harder then? If that's the case, I will go through all heroic trials necessary to reach you. Jump through fire, battle titans, tame Cerberus...! But is this the part where I'm not allowed to look back at you, or you'll disappear?

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[Is this what Haruka meant when she said "out of the frying pan and into the fire"...? That's an odd saying in the first place, it's not like food that falls out of a pan will automatically reach the flames. Regardless, Takane has found herself whisked away to Mu once more, this time taking the form of those floating islands she dearly wished to never have anything to do with again. On top of that, she is painfully aware that in the physical realm, she is fast asleep in a jail cell, awaiting her purge in The Standing Water.

However, the sight forming before her distracts her anxieties. The colors, the glow, the vibrant character in the middle of it all... It was something out of a storybook, and Takane, who has only witnessed herself and others manipulate the land purely through their own memories, can't help but be drawn in.

Wait; what was this about a spectacular display? Loving stage shows and the like for as long as she could remember, her eyes are wide with child-like awe and anticipation, letting out an fascinated "oh~" and politely giving a round of applause to signal her attention.

The scene is so impressive that she's forgotten to inform this mystifying person that if anyone tries to manipulate the terrain of the floating islands too much, everything will end up crumbling, including the ground they're standing on. That's only a minor inconvenience, isn't it?]

( Wataru is not one to forget his precious audience in his fantastical display, no matter how much concentration it takes. he's practically awestruck at his own creation, keenly wondering what limitations this trick holds, and just how much of it he can use to fill this world with wonder, with Amazing; it's a bit exciting and almost like a God, but he'd never want to be a God or something so central and pivotal. he's merely here to serve and provide, after all.

this girl is particularly lively with her reactions and he's eating it right up. this is exactly what he wants in an audience, and every hitch of her breath and mindful cupping of her palms furthers Wataru's smile into empowerment. )

I thank you for your applause! ♪ To me, it feels like being born again every time I hear it. Doesn't that mean I owe my life to you? How does one repay something like that? I wonder.

( with a turn to the young woman, he's finally taking in the sight of the one to so graciously bestow her appreciation on his performance. halfway through the Colosseum, Wataru moves to give a gentlemanly bow with her, his coat hanging off his shoulders and swaying with the movement. on the tree beside him? various coconuts becoming entwined, with grains of minerals and sand embedding themselves on. it's a shitty makeshift disco ball. )

Do you like to dance? Fuhahah, if not, never worry! I shall make something special, something Amazing, just for you. ☆

Edited 2018-03-21 05:53 (UTC)

[Goodness, Takane wasn't aware that audience participation was going to be a part of this happening. Towards the first set of his words towards her, she tilts her head to the side and glances upward in deep thought, her fingertips lightly touching her own chin as she considers his musings with more seriousness than an "average" person would deem necessary. Applause makes him reborn...? Was he like a phoenix or something...? As he turns towards her, she imparts a few of her own musings out loud:]

Dear me... Having someone's life owed to me sounds much a heavy responsibility, and seeking repayment a challenge, as there is not much that I find myself yearning for---

[She's interrupted by another question, though it seems like Takane doesn't mind at all. Rather, she was quite puzzled, but intrigued. Dance? Something special?]

A-"Amazing"...? [She repeats the English phrase curiously, before she responds with ~~nonsense~~ her own unique way.] Dancing is an activity I do not particularly find undesirable to partake in. It is a means to paint performances with emotions and messages with movement, in a way differing from that of words, yet carrying neither superiority nor inferiority to the latter...

[ While in the back of his mind, Kanata knows he's still very much in prison, awaiting punishment, and that's definitely something to worry about.. he knows even more that Mu's dreamscape isn't going to allow him to do anything about it while he's here.

So instead, more appropriate to his nature, he's been in and out of the surf relentlessly in this dream in an attempt to let the water soothe him. It's only a loud complaint that draws his attention over the the volleyball court, the figure set in the middle of it making his eyes round in surprise, too familiar to dismiss even in a dream.

It's a wary venture across the sand, but Kanata finds himself standing over what is unmistakably Hibiki Wataru. As he is, the sun is no longer hitting Wataru's face and Kanata's hair is undoubtedly dripping water onto it as he peers down at his friend, unsure of just how real he is. ]

You are being "somewhat rude" by resting here, you know~?

( it's rare that anything can lull him into remote proximity of "calm", but the cacophony of waves and chatter and wind are the perfect cocktail. a dreamy, languid voice almost blends into it all, and would without much notice if not for the fact that this person is so beloved, so dear and integral to earlier stages of his very own self, that he can't help but shoot his eyes wide open to it all.

in a place like this, such a vision seems more ethereal than usual— a halo of sunlight surrounding a mesh of cyan and teal, looking as if he were a gift from the ocean and sky itself. a chance meeting. it's Amazing to see a familiar face, but this familiar face is right in his element, isn't he? it shouldn't be so surprising, particularly if it's a dream. Kanata appeared in plenty of his. )

Oh, is that so? I cannot help but be drawn to the center of any stage. ♪ A nature that cannot be reconciled, fufufu. It might be "rude", but it also might be "Amazing", you know? There are endless perspectives and countless worlds that exist within each of us. ( it was just rude, Wataru. ) Such audacious acts can be forgiven and forgotten along with laughter and love, yes? Even a beautiful soul like yours, flitting and floating about... can forgive someone like me. ☆

( with a jerk of his hand he's practically flinging his coconuts aside, blinking through the wetness that's pouring down to him and excitedly doing a perfect kick-up. normally he'd land with a gesture that invites applause or some showy signal that he's finished his feat, but he's too busy right now grabbing Kanata by the shoulders. )

My dear friend, Kanata ...have you come to rouse mischief with me?

Edited 2018-03-21 06:17 (UTC)

[ Ordinarily, he might clap his hands together for the appropriate applause that Wataru is always deserving of, but Kanata cants his head to the side instead and searches those purple hues with his own green, feeling the weight of those hands on his shoulders. There's no 'if' about it when he speaks, this is one of his most true and trusted friends, dream or not; the thought alone is enough to make a fond smile ease his features despite the troubles on his mind. ]

Ehehe.. I can "always" forgive you, but that does not mean I will let you "continue" to be rude. The beach is a gift from our "mother ocean".. so we must be kind and share it with everyone. [ Case in point, Kanata will duck his shoulders out from Wataru's hands to join them with his own, pulling gently to guide them out of the court and closer to the shore. ]

Well, I am not a naughty boy like Wataru.. so I do not "rouse mischief", but.. [ The lilt in his voice is playful, but Kanata keeps his eyes on the sandy ground between their feet, smile falling slightly as he releases Wataru's hands. This feels like old, old times and that tugs on his heart as much as it calms it. Too unfair.

It takes him an uncharacteristic moment of pensiveness- he can't be miserable in front of an old friend, even if this is only a dream brought on by whatever sedatives the Ai'tuoh militia injected him with- before Kanata shakes his hair out suddenly, sending droplets flying in every direction and hoping to get rid of his thoughts with them. ]

..I will not stop Wataru if he "is hoping" to put on a performance, since that is what he "loves most"~..? ♪

[ translation: I will in fact rouse mischief with you because that's what oddballs do best?? ]

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