3rd Inversion [Vine/Video]

[ritsu_kouyou]

[Although many of the Garden's residents might have been hoping to never hear music again, anyone near the Vine will be treated to an impromptu concert of sorts. The mirror opens after the sun has set and the moon has risen to show the unusual sight of Akiha on her balcony overlooking the Orchard

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[reluctantstop]

You could always use a silence spell.

[ritsu_kouyou]

No, you idiot, I can't use a silence spell. I'm not a magician.

[reluctantstop]

You could ask me to do it. It might take me some time to learn it though.

[ritsu_kouyou]

Why would I waste my time with you? I can take care of these nuisances on my own.

[Yes, this treating Kris like shit thing since the Queen's music went away is still continuing.]

[is_a_good_girl]

Wow... That's... you're really amazing!

[ritsu_kouyou]

Thank you, Kochiya. I decided being stuck here was no reason to not practice.

[is_a_good_girl]

Guess that makes sense...

[ritsu_kouyou]

The violin is a delicate and precise instrument. It requires constant practice or the skills are lost.

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[welljustwatchme]

You're quite talented. [Pause.]

But have you maybe tried asking the birds to leave you alone? Death threats are hardly the way to go about it.

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[ritsu_kouyou]

I did. Hours ago. [The birds sing at her.] They insist on following me. I've little patience left for them.

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[welljustwatchme]

Oh... Shut doors?

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[ritsu_kouyou]

That didn't work either. It's almost as if they just suddenly appear. Or my idiot magician is to blame.

[doihavepanties]

Being as talented as you are, you could certainly do better for an audience than just those birds.

[ritsu_kouyou]

Lieutenant Browning wished to hear me play. She is marginally better than the birds.

[doihavepanties]

So you'd only play for her?

[ritsu_kouyou]

I'd play for whoever I felt like playing for. She specifically asked me. I usually don't have any form of audience.

html why...

[cobbledtogether]

[It's a bit odd waking up in the Tohno Mansion. Not because she can't remember how she got there, but because she can. She honestly doesn't remember ever being as small as she was the day before, and having all sorts of feelings and memories she doesn't recognize as hers... It would be distressing, if Lambda knew how to recognize such. As things are, she feels vaguely discontent, her lips set in a faint frown as she pads through the halls of the mansion.]

[She knows she has to see Akiha for- for some reason, so she searches her out with her usual single-minded determination. When she finds her room, she opens the door without knocking. (Ms. Battle Cyborg has yet to learn the importance of such, or the idea of private spaces.) This is probably the first time Akiha has seen her out of her armor, her unused Idea Engine floating behind her, taller than she is. With that being the case, it might take a moment to recognize her, but her voice is the same as ever when she speaks.]

Aki- [She pauses in mid-word, seeming to reconsider

[ritsu_kouyou]

[The birds are oddly gone at the moment, though there may be a few errant burned feathers on the floor by the balcony. Akiha doesn't hear the door open over the sound of the violin as she plays, eyes closed as she, for the moment, is lost in the music looking relaxed and... dare one say pretty?

And then Lambda speaks, drawing Akiha from the musical reverie. Her eyes snap open with irritation at the intrusion into her personal quarters, but she doesn't say anything right away. It does take her a moment to identify the woman before her, brow furrowing for a few seconds before she places all the pieces.]

I see you've returned to yourself. [She draws the bow idly over the strings.] Next time you want to enter my room, knock on the door and wait to be acknowledged.

[cobbledtogether]

...Yes. [Then:] Understood.

[With that said, she is quiet and still for a moment. Then, she moves to take a few more steps toward where Akiha stands on the balcony, having decided on what she wants to do.]

[ritsu_kouyou]

[Akiha watches her curiously for a moment before gesturing to a bench on the balcony.]

You're welcome to sit and listen. I don't often have an audience when I play.