[Action/Written/Accidental Audio]

[therewerefifty]

[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.]

[Written]

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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[Action] At home

[windandrain]

[In the evening, after the music begins to drift down some of the castle's hallways a certain roommate is just returning from her nightly stroll. Summer days were best spent in relaxation and lazing about after all, and summer evenings were for walking and keeping on top of training and exercise. The music filters out of her journal though, so she decides to check up on her friend.

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...]

[Action]

[therewerefifty]

[She might believe it less when Makie's fingers stutter slightly on the strings, though she picks up again in another moment. The smile she gives Saori is... faintly baffled.]

Thank you, Saori. Am I too loud? I didn't wish to disturb you.

[Action]

[windandrain]

No, no you're not bothering me at all. Did...you not mean to broadcast your playing?

[She looks over at Makie's journal] I heard it, and thought you had.

[Written]

[soheartless]

[Mytho had been keeping to himself and moving from empty apartment to empty apartment for the most part since he'd regained the emotion of fear. Occasionally he opens his journal... and he sees Makie's entry. Perhaps it's a reminder of that silent Hyt bond that they had which gives him the courage to write slowly in the book.]

We've spoken.

[Written]

[therewerefifty]

[...oh, it's this boy. Makie feels guilty, because of course such a message would encompass him. But she only pauses a moment, before she writes back. He struck her as even more reticent than she was.]

Hello again. How are you faring since that time?

[Written]

[soheartless]

[He takes a moment before he goes on.]

I have been recovering emotions.

[Voice]

[deathsdoctor]

[... it's beautiful. There's something terribly melancholy about it, but it's beautiful. Law makes note to play it for his partner later - something like that would be to his tastes.]

That's lovely. I wish I heard things like this over the journal more often.

[Voice]

[therewerefifty]

[And suddenly Saori's remark to her makes sense.

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.

[Voice]

[deathsdoctor]

The honor is mine.

[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?

[action]

[rashness]

[Taking a short break from the actual cooking, Rin is now slouching into a chair here on the far end of the kitchen, nearer to the dish washing area. You know, he hasn't said good afternoon or anything to Makie yet, just because time didn't allow, so-]

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...]

[action]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie glances up with a smile at that, though she doesn't stop washing the mugs she has in hand.] Good afternoon. [She hasn't really stopped to talk to him much for a while, either.] How... how is the restaurant going?

[You only work in it, Makie.]

[action]

[rashness]

Uh, well... you tell me. [Yeah, that seems like a good answer. As far as he can tell, they are functioning well - or as well as one can, without Sanji] I think it's goin' good, but I'm not sure what everyone thinks.

[Voice]

[savedtheworld]

[Early sleeper here! But he's only just nodding off when he hears the music echoing from the half-open journal. He takes it out into the living room so Ikki's sleep isn't disturbed and just listens in awe in it for however long it plays.]

That sounds very lovely.

[Voice]

[therewerefifty]

[Still a little embarrassed, she's nevertheless over the surprise. And Aang's opinion just makes her smile.]

Thank you, Aang.

[Voice]

[savedtheworld]

You're welcome, Makie. How have you been?

[snikting]

At some point in the evening, after she's put the shamisen away, that there's a knock at her door. Logan had heard her message and since it was written, didn't feel inclined to answer it in that method. So instead he just followed her scent. After his battle with her, he knew it well enough. He wasn't too eager to talk to her after their scuffle, but given the way he acted, she sure as hell deserved an apology.

[therewerefifty]

Her scent eventually leads to, of all things, the castle tower that someone has made of House 44. Makie answers the door with her shawl wrapped around her shoulders, cup of tea in hand-- and blinks in surprise as she sees who it is. How did he know?

"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."

[snikting]

Logan, professional stalker, simply nodded in response. He gave no response, just turned and went to wait by the lamp post by the street, well within sight. After their last meeting, it was better for all parties involved to have this discussion well within sight. While he waited, he lit up a cigar.

voice;

[etudes]

[ Kotomi always checks the journals before she goes to bed - mostly because of her conversations with Ikki she always has right about then. But instead she finds a recording this time, so she can't help but listen. If there's anything Kotomi loves, it's music (aside from books), after all.

And it's nice.. at least, she clearly thinks so, since a smile appears on her face as she listens. ]

What a nice song..

voice;

[therewerefifty]

[That's a familiar voice. If Makie is still flustered by her accidental recording, she hides it well, speaking with warmth.]

Thank you, Kotomi.

How have you been?

[etudes]

[ Her mind completely skips over that first part, but at least she hears the last. ]

Ah, I'm alright. Especially after hearing music like that. ... And you..?

[Action - in the woods]

[origami_ninja]

[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.

[Action!]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie starts slightly, glancing up at the voice. She didn't hear the other woman approach at all. She lowers the weapon in her hands until the tip is pointed at the ground (a plain sword today, the pike is in for repairs, but training with variety is always a good thing) and takes a few moments to get over her surprise and give Konan a guarded smile.]

...thank you.

I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here.

[Written]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[AND SO HE APPEARS.]

Should my feelings be hurt in response to being overlooked by any rooftop calls?

[Written]

[therewerefifty]

[SHOCK.

Actually, she is kind of taken aback. Gosh, just what are you insinuating.]

I had no idea your feelings were that sensitive, Colonel Curtiss.