Sayaka Miki (
knight_of_discord) wrote in
mayfield_rpg2012-09-25 04:55 pm
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[Action; Mayfield High; after classes]
[Sayaka sees even less point in paying attention to Mayfield school than she does her classes at home, so she hasn't really been taking things very seriously. Today seems a little different, though, as she isn't heading home right away. Instead, she hangs around for a little while after the last bell rings, making her way to the school's music room. Spending a little time wandering around, she eventually comes upon a violin that had been left behind by one of the drone students.]
Hm... I wonder...
[Picking it up slowly, she turns it around in her hands a few times, just inspecting it. Finally, with a shrug of her shoulders, she takes up the bow, awkwardly resting the instrument between her chin and shoulder the way she'd seen Kyosuke do it on the rooftop of the hospital. Her form is obviously terrible to anyone familiar with this, as is the sound that issues forth from the instrument as she drags the bow across the strings. It's so bad that she fumbles and almost drops the violin before recovering it at the last second with a sigh.]
Ack...! Geez, I hope nobody heard that...
[Action; Record Store]
Maybe I should just stick to listening to classical.
[Sayaka laughs to herself a little as she walks into Mayfield's record store, hoping to find something nice to listen to that will remind her of home - of the boy she loves and misses every day, the one who became her reason for becoming a magical girl in the first place. Most people are disappointed when they come into this place looking for good music, but Sayaka's eyes light up immediately at their surprisingly large collection of classical performances.]
Oh, wow, I've always wanted to listen to this one! Kyosuke talks about this guy all the time... Vivaldi, right!
[Although she seems pretty puzzled by the format. Girl has probably never seen a vinyl record in her life, let alone a device to play one.]
...How do these play, though?
[Help her out?]
[Sayaka sees even less point in paying attention to Mayfield school than she does her classes at home, so she hasn't really been taking things very seriously. Today seems a little different, though, as she isn't heading home right away. Instead, she hangs around for a little while after the last bell rings, making her way to the school's music room. Spending a little time wandering around, she eventually comes upon a violin that had been left behind by one of the drone students.]
Hm... I wonder...
[Picking it up slowly, she turns it around in her hands a few times, just inspecting it. Finally, with a shrug of her shoulders, she takes up the bow, awkwardly resting the instrument between her chin and shoulder the way she'd seen Kyosuke do it on the rooftop of the hospital. Her form is obviously terrible to anyone familiar with this, as is the sound that issues forth from the instrument as she drags the bow across the strings. It's so bad that she fumbles and almost drops the violin before recovering it at the last second with a sigh.]
Ack...! Geez, I hope nobody heard that...
[Action; Record Store]
Maybe I should just stick to listening to classical.
[Sayaka laughs to herself a little as she walks into Mayfield's record store, hoping to find something nice to listen to that will remind her of home - of the boy she loves and misses every day, the one who became her reason for becoming a magical girl in the first place. Most people are disappointed when they come into this place looking for good music, but Sayaka's eyes light up immediately at their surprisingly large collection of classical performances.]
Oh, wow, I've always wanted to listen to this one! Kyosuke talks about this guy all the time... Vivaldi, right!
[Although she seems pretty puzzled by the format. Girl has probably never seen a vinyl record in her life, let alone a device to play one.]
...How do these play, though?
[Help her out?]

Action - Record Store
Fi has yet to realize that not making footsteps could potentially make it ridiculously easy to come up behind someone unawares however.
"If you wish, I should be able to adequately offer assistance." FI-...
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[Sayaka jumps in place a little, surprised at the sudden person behind her. It's not that she isn't used to being on her guard, but she honestly wasn't paying attention this time.]
Ahaha... hi...
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Music loving swordswoman meet musical sword. Musical sword meet music loving swordswoman.
This is likely where all similarities end. "You are curious as to the operations of the human device known as the 'record'?"
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Fi did she need to know all that. "I recommend utmost care in the handling of the 'record' as a result. A single scratch could shatter the sound." Ok.
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suddenly image of sayaka with master sword... o0o
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action.
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You heard that just now?
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im sorry for her
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Mayfield High
What the heck was...?
[Cue him poking his head into the music room to see just what that was.]
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[He'll wander into the room. He's never been in this place's music room after all.]
Whoooaa! They've got a lot of stuff in here. I wonder if they've got a guitar?
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Mayfield High
Still, she was left wondering what the sound was, and when she found the music room was in its direction, she made a beeline straight for it, peeking her head through the door and seeing the blue-haired person there.]
Ah, excuse me, would you know where that sound came from? [Her face doesn't look too annoyed, not anymore anyway.]
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Uh... yeah. That was me, actually.
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[She's blushing a bit.]
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[Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have barged in... She knows what it feels like to be embarrassed like that, but then again she had no idea what the sound was in the first place.
♪ BGM: Whisper (R)
She gazed across the room to let the girl relax. It was a room she used to have a fun time in. Maybe a bit stressful, but a fun time. Her feet would lead her around the room then.]
He was a teacher here; they helped me learn the piano. I still don't know a whole lot of this world's or his music, but it was...
[She stopped at that piano, a hand touching the ivory keys. What was the word she used?] ... nostalgic, to try playing it again. Now that he's back in his own world.
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Record Store
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[Yeah, she's a Japanese teenager from just-slightly-in-the-future, she's probably never heard of the Fab Four.]
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