003 | ❝Expose your thoughts...❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Yu Narukami (pitiedthefool), open to all
Setting: Floor 14, Floor 15, Floor 28, Floor 38, or wherever!
Format: Starting in action spam, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Just your average day as a life of a protagonist...
Warnings: I want your friendships and I want your rank ups, you and me could have rad social liiiiinks~

Floor Fifteen

[He had been working on this for a very, very long time- almost since he first arrived nearly two months ago. It wasn't perfect like Daidara-san's work - no, not by a long shot, but he was finally putting the finishing touches on his own blade. Though, he had decided to take a break from finishing the hilt earlier... if the item beside him was any indication.]

Your Choice

[It's April 27th... and someone's birthday. He definitely made them something, but the question is... where to find them?]

[> You begin your search for a certain detective, but will it only be Naoto-kun that you bump into?]

Floor Fourteen

[He hasn't been to this floor for a long time, but right now... he doesn't mind the break. Yu sits in a corner of the room, watching others playing video games with one earpiece on and the other lying there, hanging off his jacket. People from his world may recognize the voice as "Risette," but really-- he only knows her as Rise...]

[So many of his friends have been hurting lately, and he has no idea where to begin to help them other than continue to lend a helping hand and an ear to listen. Sometimes he wishes they would see that he's never too busy to help them, but other times... What do you even say to someone who can't tell you the problem they're facing?]

[...Maybe he should join the others and play something for a change.]

Floor Twenty-Eight

[The music floor...]

[He really has no problems with it, the instruments sometimes playing on their own. But this time, he finds an instrument that he knows well enough- something he hasn't played in a few months, now. If someone stumbles upon him, they'll hear a single trumpet playing something both hopeful yet melancholic, just a little louder than anything else around.]

Floor Thirty-Eight

[At the end of the day, he can be found on the thirty-eighth floor, staring out the windows to the outside with his newly-forged sword at his side. The height doesn't scare him, and the view isn't too bad... but it partly reminds him of being up on the hilltop overlooking the small town he made so many memories in.]

[Yu is silent, simply sitting there in one of the over-sized chairs with a small notebook in hand. He's almost done with the account of their journey, one no one would ever believe aside from their own...]

Comments

Pff, good point XD

[fallen_stage]

[why is everyone so hung up on his pants Kuja smiles, walking over to the piano and sitting down on the bench, smoothing arranging his train under him.]

I suppose there is.

[Kuja starts with a couple fingers exercises, a few scales... and then begins to play.]

[pitiedthefool]

[We'll call it "cultural divide" and "the bad, bad bathhouse" ok Yu nods, standing back as Kuja plays. The tune definitely has a sort of dark theme to it, he notices, perhaps slight anger and a soul's anguish. It strikes one particular chord the most: bitterness.

Yu remains silent, listening as Kuja plays as to not be rude and interrupt the piece.]

[fallen_stage]

[Agreed Whatever tone the music has, Kuja's appearance doesn't match. He looks serene as he plays, swaying a bit to the rhythm of the music. His form is beautiful, too: back straight, fingers arched over the ivories, his long nails impeding him not a whit.

Finally, he finishes, pausing as the late note fades.]

Lovely song, isn't it? It always makes me think of the rain.

[pitiedthefool]

[...Well, it certainly could remind him of rainy days in Inaba. He'll give a polite nod.]

It certainly is unique. [He doesn't seem to mind it. Then again, he also has a social link with a death god.]

[fallen_stage]

[Really? "Unique"? Kuja recognizes tact when he sees it, but of course he's not going to call Yu on it. Kuja has tolerated much more with good humor.]

Our worlds probably have different histories of music. Actually, thinking of how even a country alone can have a vastly different score of music, I can only think how much whole worlds can bring!

[pitiedthefool]

[He merely meant it in a way that it's the first time he's heard a melody much like it, though with how his tone is either always a bit rough or neutral, he can't blame any misconceptions on others. He's still improving slowly.]

I wouldn't be surprised, though the fact some instruments seem to transcend them is interesting in itself. [He is just as fascinated... oh dear.]

Yu needs to work on his Expression

[fallen_stage]

Very true... Some I do not recognize, but there seems to be many similarities.

[Kuja nods toward Yu's instrument.]

That trumpet, for instance. It looks identical to the ones in my world.

Y yu think he's on this floor

[pitiedthefool]

[Yu glances down at it for a moment, then nodding.]

So does the piano for me.

Brummmmmm

[fallen_stage]

How fascinating... I wonder what other things our world has in common.

[Kuja idly plays the piano again, less to concentrate on and more to keep his hands busy and the air filled with music.]

[pitiedthefool]

There's only one way to find out, as they say.

[He finds it highly doubtful they have Shadows or Personas, though... so he may just neglect mentioning that- oh hey, he actually likes that song.]

[fallen_stage]

[It's one of the easier songs Kuja knows, so he can talk while playing.]

Of course. Let's start with technology, shall we? What is yours like on your world? And magic, for that matter. Hard to mention one without the other.

[pitiedthefool]

[...Technology and magic working in tandem? Well, there's a difference right off the bat.]

We're probably not the most technologically advanced, but we do have telecommunications such as cellphones, TVs and other electronics. Though in my world, magic is rare if not nonexistent to most people.

And you?

[fallen_stage]

[And on Kuja's side, he immediately notices the unknown words. "Telecommunications"? A wide-spread interface, maybe...]

Electricity isn't very common as a power source, since there was a substance called Mist instead. Recently it has been replaced by steam engines, in fact.

Frankly, I can hardly imagine a world without magic. If nothing else, what is medicine like on your world?