Otono-Tachibana Makie (
therewerefifty) wrote2013-06-28 01:11 pm
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[The day she spends like most, in her usual haunts; she works at Seventh Heaven, she trains deep in the forest. She finds time for a cup of tea in there somewhere. Makie keeps wrapped up more than usual; she's felt a little off, lately, so in case of oncoming summer colds she tries to take care of herself.
She looks for a man. (A particular one, hush.) Still can't find him.
She finally gathers her courage and returns to the smithy to see if someone can repair her weapon. Hopefully she'll see that boy again; he already knows. And if not, she'll just weather any awkwardness. Makie's slowly coming to the realisation that here in this village, it doesn't really matter, but old habits die hard.
When she finally returns home in the evening, she makes a cautious post to the network. She doesn't want to leave this any longer.
...does she really just need to write into the book? Well, then.]
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I'm looking for a gentleman I met during the time that... Twila arrived in Luceti. Sir, I never caught your name, but I would like to talk to you, if I may. I was the woman with the shamisen that [...uh.] spoke to you from the rooftops in the plaza.
[...this is awkward. She stops there.
Whatever responses she might get, Makie fails to close the journal when she's done. Which doesn't altogether mean that much given there's dead silence for some hours afterward, as she just curls up with a book to read. It's punctuated maybe once by a fit of coughing.
It's only when it reaches about 9.30 that evening that a few stray experimental notes of her shamisen can be heard. And then Makie starts playing. Sorry, any early sleepers. At least it's likely she won't be playing for long. >>;; Learning journal etiquette the hard way.]
She looks for a man. (A particular one, hush.) Still can't find him.
She finally gathers her courage and returns to the smithy to see if someone can repair her weapon. Hopefully she'll see that boy again; he already knows. And if not, she'll just weather any awkwardness. Makie's slowly coming to the realisation that here in this village, it doesn't really matter, but old habits die hard.
When she finally returns home in the evening, she makes a cautious post to the network. She doesn't want to leave this any longer.
...does she really just need to write into the book? Well, then.]
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I'm looking for a gentleman I met during the time that... Twila arrived in Luceti. Sir, I never caught your name, but I would like to talk to you, if I may. I was the woman with the shamisen that [...uh.] spoke to you from the rooftops in the plaza.
[...this is awkward. She stops there.
Whatever responses she might get, Makie fails to close the journal when she's done. Which doesn't altogether mean that much given there's dead silence for some hours afterward, as she just curls up with a book to read. It's punctuated maybe once by a fit of coughing.
It's only when it reaches about 9.30 that evening that a few stray experimental notes of her shamisen can be heard. And then Makie starts playing. Sorry, any early sleepers. At least it's likely she won't be playing for long. >>;; Learning journal etiquette the hard way.]
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Tapping on the doorframe, Saori peers in.]
Makie, your music is lovely as always. It's sweet of you to play the village a tune like that. [Because she honestly, truly believes that the broadcast was intentional...]
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Thank you, Saori. Am I too loud? I didn't wish to disturb you.
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[She looks over at Makie's journal] I heard it, and thought you had.
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We've spoken.
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Hello again. How are you faring since that time?
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I have been recovering emotions.
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That's lovely. I wish I heard things like this over the journal more often.
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There's a brief silence-- truly, Makie is certainly not ashamed of her musical talent, but she hadn't meant to harass the entire village with it. However, that was a compliment.]
...thank you, sir. [And training comes to the rescue, as she delicately puts the instrument aside, speaking courteously.] I am honoured that you enjoy my performance.
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[And then recognition of her voice strikes. The lady from the roof.]
You're a very talented artist, Miss Makie. How long have you been playing?
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Good afternoon.
[She's always diligent about stuff. Quiet, but diligent. Also, isn't it too hot to be dressed as much as she is? oh well, must be a formal thing...]
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[You only work in it, Makie.]
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That sounds very lovely.
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Thank you, Aang.
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"Sir..." She hesitates, glancing back over her shoulder for a moment, and then gives him a small bow. "I'm so sorry. Would you give me a moment? I'll be right out."
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And it's nice.. at least, she clearly thinks so, since a smile appears on her face as she listens. ]
What a nice song..
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Thank you, Kotomi.
How have you been?
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Ah, I'm alright. Especially after hearing music like that. ... And you..?
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[Action - in the woods]
[Konan is preparing to train in the forest. Although the Battle Dome is extremely useful, there is value in being familiar with the local terrain - especially in the event that an enemy from home shows up here. While it's true that they will most likely have reduced levels of power just like everyone else, Konan is planning for the worst. It's paranoia like that that keeps her alive, though she doesn't feel it counts as paranoia when enemies really have come after her many times over the course of her life.
It's only as she's letting her paper butterflies flutter through the forest to make certain she'll be able to train uninterrupted that she discovers Makie training. The woman is quite skilled and Konan moves in closer to observe with stealth so practiced that it's second nature. It's only after the other woman has finished a series of movements that Konan speaks.]
You're quite good at that.
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...thank you.
I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here.
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Should my feelings be hurt in response to being overlooked by any rooftop calls?
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Actually, she is kind of taken aback. Gosh, just what are you insinuating.]
I had no idea your feelings were that sensitive, Colonel Curtiss.