Quatre was thankful that his "name" wasn't called to be visited, but there was always the next shift. He knew he probably should have hunted down his comrades to see if they were safe this shift as well and if they could think of a plan to escape. It was strange being in captivity, Quatre had never been caught by OZ and when one of the remaining
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"Hello," he said. "Would you like to play?" He thought that was probably why the man was standing next to the keyboard.
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He looked up at the other boy after a moment, realizing that in his fascination he hadn't even introduced himself yet. "Oh! I'm Fai D. Flourite, but just Fai if you please. The rest is much too long."
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"This is an electric keyboard. Not as nice as a piano, but it is basically the same thing. The sound in a little different. Usually you can play it for the entire room to hear, but because it is electric you can also attach headphones like these. Here put these on and then play something." He handed Fai the headphones while at the same time looking to see if there was a spot for another set. Sometimes keyboards at least had two for duets.
The last person that Quatre had played anything with was Trowa. He set his jaw against the memory. Trowa wasn't here so Quatre had no idea how the pilot of Heavyarms was. It was troublesome. Instead of thinking about it he reached for the second pair of headphones for himself, putting them on to hear what Fai would play.
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Instead, all he saw were a couple of guys chatting and no women. How lame was that? Still, he'd wait it out for a little bit, see if anyone interesting showed up, then mosey back to someplace a bit less...musical.
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The instruments held no interest to her, but she decide to leaf through the cds available out of mild curiosity at how horrid these people's tastes were. She knelt down by the boxes, noting the presence of the rugged0looking blonde man nearby, but didn't really give him any of her attention. Well, not any more than any paranoid former assassin would give another person that gave off the combat-capable vibes.
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Now, how was he going to go about arranging to tap that....
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Beatrix's lips curled up into a bit of a smirk as she continued to look through the boxes of music. She wondered if he was just the looking type or if he actually had the balls to talk to her. Not that he would get anywhere, but she needed a little amusement in her life to keep her form killing anything that moved that wasn't her daughter.
Ugh... Journey. They had six Journey albums.
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All the talk of visitors was scary though. Ururu didn't think she could handle seeing someone only for them to go away again. Not right now, at least.
But she hadn't been one of the ones taken away, so Ururu was free to wander. She'd only made it out into the Sun Room when she saw someone she remembered from the night before. Ururu had to move quickly to catch up, but Rinali was still alone when she came into the music room. That was good, because Ururu didn't want to interrupt her.
"Um, excuse me." Ururu moved over to the girl almost shyly, but not so timid that she couldn't be heard. "My name is Ururu. I was with Orihime-san last night. I just wanted to know if you and your friend were okay."
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Last night had been rough, both on Allen and on her. Thankfully the morning came and everything was alright. She hadn't talked to Allen today, but she saw him across the room a couple of times, and he was doing fine. It had been a relief.
"Yes," she answered. "We're both fine, but thank you for your concern. Are you and Orihime doing alright?"
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"Um, I'm better." The best answer Ururu could give at the moment, or at least the most honest one. That counted for something, she thought. She was better than she had been during the first shift, certainly, and she had her friends to thank for it.
But now she felt guilty, because only then did Ururu realize that in the midst of all her tears, she'd completely forgotten to ask Orihime how she was doing. A look of concern came over her face, and Ururu could only hope that the older girl wasn't mad at her or anything.
"I don't know how Orihime is, though." Looking down, she confessed her sin, honest to a fault. "I saw her earlier, but I was really upset, so I forgot to ask. Do you think she'll be mad at me?"
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Tamaki sighed, looking weary and worn and much more serious than was normal. He had spent the rest of brunch not eating, his head down on the table, just trying to come to terms with things in his own mind.
With a longing glance at the keyboard, he simply curled up in a chair and hugged his legs, his chin resting on his knees.
He didn't want to have to talk to the twins, but... well, this was the sort of thing that had to be done in person. And now, more than ever, they needed to stick together.
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"I'm fine," he said. "No need to worry, fair princess. I'm waiting for my friends - but I don't think they got my message. And I've the horrible fear I perhaps was supposed to meet them elsewhere." It had been the sort of day where keeping track of things like that hadn't been the easiest thing to do.
And he still needed to find his two special people... he hadn't seen or spoken to either of them since the day before.
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So he was wondering about his friends as well. Remembering the earlier conversation with Luffy, Rena decided it was best to try and pass karma along. "Maybe I can help?" the girl continued. "If you can describe your friends to me, Rena can keep an eye out for them. Let them know you're looking for them." It was kind of a long shot, but it honestly couldn't hurt, at least in the girl's mind.
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"Haven't seen you in a while," he joked, saving his questions for later. At her remark, he lifted the instrument in question in his free hand, making to hand it off to her. "Would you like to try it? I can't say it's one of my personal favorites." Edward grinned at the prospect that he might be able to hear her play. "Did they teach you how in second grade?"
If she liked it, he'd have to make a mental note to obtain a real wind instrument later. Perhaps a flute - for nostalgic value, of course.
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