Composition #6: Return

[bienquifaitmal]

Who: bienquifaitmal and whoever happens to be there |D
Where: Central Plaza of Espoir
Style: However you wanna roll bb
Status: OPEN AND ONGOING. LET'S DO THIS.

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[gesangvoll]

[This wasn't what Austria had expected to see today. Well, neither Salieri nor the scarecrow pushing him in the stream. Not that it was a bad thing, though. Soaked though he might be, it was good to see Salieri again. As soon as the scarecrow hopped off (since he didn't want to end up in the fountain, too), Austria walked over to where Salieri had landed, offering his hand to the composer]

That sort of language is hardly befitting of a man of your status, Salieri. [yes, he understood it. He did find it maybe a bit amusing, but it was still hardly something Salieri should say.]

[bienquifaitmal]

[Salieri winced a bit, but reached up to take Austria's hand, feeling at once a sense of relief that he was clearly remembered. Emotion made him want to smile, but he tampered it down to a small quick of his lips] My apologies, Herr Austria. I'm afraid it's been a bit of a trying day.

[gesangvoll]

[of course he remembers Salieri. Salieri is his bff.]

That much is rather obvious. Perhaps we should return home so that you may change into a clean set of clothing.

[bienquifaitmal]

[hey, you never know here :| And he sighs a bit at his current state of dress]

That would be preferable, I believe.

[harmonicmelodia]

[Frederic having not much else to do that day except take a nice walk, spots a face he thought he'd not see again. However the composer does rush a bit to aid the other in what had happened to him.]

Maestro Salieri, are you quite all right? Please allow me to help you.

[bienquifaitmal]

Herr Chopin. [he accepts the help up] I am quite alright, merely a bit soggy.

[harmonicmelodia]

You know who I am? So then you've retained your memories of this world. [He looks a little relieved by that.] However, we should get back to the mansion so you may change into drier clothing and won't catch a cold.

[bienquifaitmal]

I have. [he's honestly a bit relieved himself] Yes, that would be preferable. Standing around in wet clothing is not a preferred activity of mine.

[otakufanrenge]

[That's nothing out of the ordinary seeing a scarecrow hopping off. Most likely back to the field along it's merry way. Least it didn't have a weapon to chase anyone with.

Though the colorful language of Italian caught her ear as she noticed someone sitting in a stream. She must have been seeing things. That looked like...]

Salieri...?

[bienquifaitmal]

[Salieri's brushing wet black hair out of his eyes when he glances up, and he manages a mildly sardonic smile]

Miss Houshankuji. Good afternoon.

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[otakufanrenge]

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[otakufanrenge]

[Oh, it IS him!]

[clonezart]

[Clonezart is angsting passing by right as the scarecrow hops away. That face... He hated to admit how relieving it was to see. And the clone wasn't about to let it show.]

Graceful as always, I see.

[bienquifaitmal]

[Oh. Great. Just who he wanted to see]

A brat as always, I see. [yeah, getting to his feet now, sopping wet]

[clonezart]

Shut up, second rate.

[He pauses after the snap then sighs, gracefully striding toward his fellow composer.]

Must you return so soon?

[bienquifaitmal]

[he's straightening his jacket, forcing himself not to wring it out because that would be undignified :|]

It is not of my digression, as you well know. [testily]

[extravagances]

[Oh, hello, Salieri. Mozart's back too! But he doesn't remember anything. And he's younger and not dying. Not a care in the world so how does he react?

He laughs loudly at you.]

[bienquifaitmal]

[Oh. Great. Fabulous. He knows that laugh anywhere. And he's cutting his gaze towards that laugh, eyes narrowing]

How nice to know your sense of humor hasn't diminished in your, or my, absence, Herr Mozart.

[extravagances]

[He bows and stays where he is. Salieri can come to him.]

Not much can dampen my mood, I have to say. [He's being a little challenging, if he can hear that at all. He's actually from the same time as Salieri now and he doesn't have that calmness he did when he was dying.

Yay, immature adults.]

[bienquifaitmal]

[have a slight frown from Salieri, brief, before it smooths out]

How wonderful it must be, to have a head constantly in the clouds. [dryly, pushing to his feet, dripping wet]