*Del has been roof-jumping for the better part of an hour now, going here and there and everywhere she can get too via the heights, her music blasting in her ears. The sudden disappearance of the junk pile she'd been thinking might make a good rebound spot makes her skid to a halt, just barely balanced on the roof prior to it.
Regaining her balance, she turns the music off, pulls the headphones out, and peers down at the alley below, frowning in concentration and curiosity. If anything, she's annoyed because that pile was just the right height to help her launch to the next roof over, and she's like to give whoever did that a piece of her mind.*
[After another explosion of sorts, leaving a dent in a nearby dumpster, Sho fades back into the RG, the black tattoos gone. He's doubled over in exhaustion and trying to catch his breath.]
*She lets out a sharp, startled exclamation, her precarious balance upset by the second explosion. She flails a bit, then tumbles down into the alley, landing roughly, but managing to hit the ground feet first.*
Forte-ing slurring son of a staff...
*She dusts herself off after a minute, and looks over to Sho.* You look like someone spat you out of the end of a harmonica.
*She glares right back, surmising it's his fault that she fell. Her voice is saccharinely sweet... the kind that says 'don't push your luck.'* Oh, no one. I like to offer my opinion to the general cover band.
*The sweet sarcasm fades back to normal as she unwraps a cherry lollipop, and sticks it in her mouth.*
*She translates that to 'none of your business' and shrugs.* Suit yourself. It's not my series of notes...
*She tips her head back slightly, not challenging, but studying. After a moment, she starts picking her way through the junk, towards the dumpsters. Not an ideal launch spot, but it'll get her back to the roof if she scrambles. Good thing she doesn't give a damn about dignity.*
Still, whatever it was, you might want to rit some of it. Strike a few chords at the least. Yours seems a bit out of tune.
((Trans; "You look like hell. Might wanna hold off doing whatever you were for a little bit."))
*She climbs onto the dumpster, then pauses briefly and looks over her shoulder. Then she sits on the dumpster top, apparently having decided to harass him a little more.*
*Ahaha, she's grinning. She's not trying to pick a fight, she just wants someone to talk to.*
*Innocently* But peanut gallery comments are fun. Where else can discord make others smile?
*perhaps a touch more seriously.* You at least know your bass rhythm. If you accent your additional notes, or shift the scale, you can extend the beat. You're skilled enough.
(trans; "You know your current limit. Keep working and you can make them bigger.")
*A slight, almost inaudible snicker slips out. She's not laughing at him she just finds it oddly amusing that he understands her.*
That's good then! Create a bigger crescendo, next time. Just... *the grin turns slightly wry, almost teasing* don't knock the wandering note off the staff. Mm?
Regaining her balance, she turns the music off, pulls the headphones out, and peers down at the alley below, frowning in concentration and curiosity. If anything, she's annoyed because that pile was just the right height to help her launch to the next roof over, and she's like to give whoever did that a piece of her mind.*
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Forte-ing slurring son of a staff...
*She dusts herself off after a minute, and looks over to Sho.* You look like someone spat you out of the end of a harmonica.
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*The sweet sarcasm fades back to normal as she unwraps a cherry lollipop, and sticks it in her mouth.*
What were you doing?
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*She tips her head back slightly, not challenging, but studying. After a moment, she starts picking her way through the junk, towards the dumpsters. Not an ideal launch spot, but it'll get her back to the roof if she scrambles. Good thing she doesn't give a damn about dignity.*
Still, whatever it was, you might want to rit some of it. Strike a few chords at the least. Yours seems a bit out of tune.
((Trans; "You look like hell. Might wanna hold off doing whatever you were for a little bit."))
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Did the crescendo not turn out to your liking?
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Too many notes, not enough staff to place them on? *she's trying not to be amused. really, she is.* Faulty chording.
(Trans: "You over-estimated yourself? Smooth.")
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*Innocently* But peanut gallery comments are fun. Where else can discord make others smile?
*perhaps a touch more seriously.* You at least know your bass rhythm. If you accent your additional notes, or shift the scale, you can extend the beat. You're skilled enough.
(trans; "You know your current limit. Keep working and you can make them bigger.")
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That's good then! Create a bigger crescendo, next time. Just... *the grin turns slightly wry, almost teasing* don't knock the wandering note off the staff. Mm?
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