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[notating]

Characters: Joshua and well, anyone
Location: one of the big apartment roofs
Time: Evening
Style: Either!
Status: Open like a 7/11

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[mrhanekoma]

It took Sanae a while to find Joshua. Well, not too long, he was busy painting in his studio, just ... trying to put the feeling of being human into something tangible, physical, just... just there so he could stare at it and process it and recollect whenever he needed to. When he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to take a walk, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and just ... walking throughout Vatheon. He heard chatter about the new casino and oh did you see that foreigner the other day? I wonder where she got her clothes! amongst other things. He had a feeling he knew where Joshua was. An idea really, so he decided to find the building that seemed most like Joshua and head to the rooftop. The Composer had a habit of disappearing to places like that

[notating]

"That's a disgusting habit." Joshua said without opening his eyes, lips curled into a humorless smirk. He may not be able to sense anything but Sanae had been a part of his daily routine for longer than most people stayed alive. Some recognitions were learned.

When he did open his eyes he lifted his phone, catching a picture of Mr. H and humming lightly to himself as he saved it. "You know, in Ancient Rome they would have someone stand behind a triumphant general parading through the streets. They were treated like gods, those victors, but that one person behind the general's job was only to whisper a phrase into his ear. 'Memento mori.'" He clicked his phone shut. "Remember death. Remember you are mortal and will die just as simply and inevitably as every worshiping face you see around you."

[mrhanekoma]

Sanae just smiled at the comment, eyes watching as a school of fish swam overhead. He glanced down when he saw the flash of orange that was Joshua's phone and his smile stayed for the picture, before his eyes went back to watching the city. He still kept quiet, knowing exactly why Joshua would bring that up yet... wondering which one of them was the general and which one of them was the whisperer. Really though, it was most likely that the roles were picked when the situation arose.

"Feelin' particularly morbid today, Josh?" He asked, looking down at him and raising an eyebrow. "Or just cryptic?" He let out a hum in thought, expression turning back towards the sky. "You're feeling it I presume, the humanity?" He idly rocked back and forth on his feet, considering this feeling. It had been very long since he felt it -- Joshua might remember it more. Still, this... this city just brought him question after question with no answers whatsoever. He paused his rocking to frown. "Curious, isn't it?"

[notating]

"I was going for insightful." Joshua answered, bemused as he pocketed his phone. "But if you prefer cryptic I can throw in some quotations of Pindar's odes and a few distant looks."

He settled back again, watching the same school of fish swim by before answering. "You're calm." He glanced over. "How long has it been for you? A century? Two?"

[protagonized]

[He isn't looking for anyone in particular, and he most certainly isn't looking up.

But he does think he hears something like...a ringtone, and a bit paranoid after everything that's been happening, he looks around, startled.]

Er...Is anyone there?

[notating]

[Have a salsa dance sounding ringtone in returned, followed by a low hum in the affirmative.] You know, I think I prefer number five.

[protagonized]

They're both tacky.

[Just. Wry forever.]

[notating]

[Oh you kids today and you're lack of appreciation for good music.] Oh, what would you prefer then?

[And now you get some weird, tinkling mystic sounding ringtone, and a thoughtful look. Though the look was sort of ruined by the smirk.]

Finishing their previous thread is no rush bbcakes but I do enjoy these two <3

[first_scorned]

Naoya wasn't particularly happy with the loss of his COMP, either. In fact, were his senses more supernatural, he would have been completely unable to tell a thing. Luckily, his knowledge was what brought him to the attention to other people--or beings--in most cases. But as Joshua was now powerless, he couldn't even feel him in the slightest

gahhh I'll go tag that asap, sorry for the wait :< and me too, I was hoping you'd tag :>

[notating]

Joshua's lip curled just a touch, hand lifting again to tap his phone, tone thoughtful. "You don't like it?" And now Naoya gets some spicy salsa ringtone, followed by a satisfied hum. "There, now that's much more fitting. Unless you'd prefer something more somber?"

He glanced over finally, small smile still on his face even if he didn't particularly feel like smiling. Honestly this whole week had been rather annoying, but no need for a tantrum, as Mr. H said. Yet.

DON'T RUSH ON MY ACCOUNT. but oh god ilu ,kjjfdhg ♥

[first_scorned]

... In fact, that was ten times more irritating, but somehow, he could just tell Joshua was as out of sorts as him, so he smiled back.

"Music is always evolving," he answered thoughtfully, "though I feel Mozart would weep to know his works were now in poor, eight-bit cellphones and shortened." But really, was a ringtone the true conversation here? He suspected not.

♥♥♥♥ Naoya is so fun :> thus the salsa

[notating]

Joshua grinned at that, much more sincerely then before and in pointed amusement. "Always evolving- yes, that's what makes it powerful, isn't it?" He held his phone up and aimed the camera at Naoya. "And would he? Evolution, mimicry, it's supposedly a flattering thing. You know Achilles went fighting to his death to be immortal in the minds of men and stories. Isn't Mozart's music living to this age the same thing?"

Click, say cheese.

[unbid]

[Ring... ring...

The soft chime of a bell. Suddenly, there is a presence hanging over your shoulder. A grin.]

What a pretty sound that was.

[notating]

[That was actually rather surprising. This curse was really very irritating.]

Hm. [He held the phone up] Pick a number between one and ten.

[unbid]

[Oh, a phone.]

Is it a guess game?

[notating]

It might be. [He smiled.] It's a surprise.