bamfsecretary | thirtieth form; quiet talents reveal themselves (video/action for goldenrod/text)

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{When the feed clicks on, a few final-sounding notes of piano music rise up into the air, and we have a lovely view of... the carpet?!}

It is a beautiful piano, but...

-You cannot afford it, right?- {Nanao laughs mournfully, and the picture moves from staring at the carpet to one that shows Goldenrod's small but well-stocked music store. The salesman is leaning on a beautiful grand piano, on whose keys Nanao's gloved fingers still rest.}

You have that right. Apart from the price, I'm pretty sure that it would take up most of the space in the room I intend to put it in. {Reverently, she runs her fingers over the top of it, and sighs.} I don't suppose you have an upright, do you?

-You're in luck. We've just received one from Kanto, actually. Would you like to try it out?- {She nods, and he gestures over, the camera following the movement to reveal... a humble-looking polished wood upright piano. Nanao's voice sounds from out of frame.}

May I? {The salesman must have nodded, because she makes a delighted noise, and wheels over, carefully negotiating her way through the close-stacked piles of sheet music and recorders. She lifts the lid, and looks over her shoulder one last time, before she sets her fingers to the keys and begins to play. Tentative at first, she exhales and starts to lose herself in the music. There's no known notes to guide her, no carefully annotated sheet music, just herself and the piano and her memories.}

{The sheer sound cascades from her fingers out into the store, filling it with melody and joy and melancholy all at once, and it seems to be over all too soon, and she's left leaning over the keys, the last remnants of the sound fading slowly into the air, and she smiles.}

I'll take it.

//text, private to Hitsugaya Toushirou

I know Hyourinmaru vanished when Hinamori-san vanished, but Shiryuu needs a better trainer than I - and she's much calmer than Golduck-san.

{ooc: Feel free to bump into Nanao if you're in and around Goldenrod! You might even see her trundling through the streets of Goldenrod with a piano hovering behind her. There's an Alakazam sitting on top of the piano, which may or may not explain things.}

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[Pause.

Stare.]

...Miss Nanao?

[On the one hand, there's the piano which she just bought and he had no idea she could play. On the other there's a "Shiryuu" to handle and that seems the more pressing issue. They can handle that piano when she gets home.]

[On a usual day in Goldenrod, when the Pokémon are resting, the Other Father can be seen in the music store, usually playing on the piano. The store managers don't seem to mind, considering he always plays uplifting songs that tend to make people happy and bring them in.

He had been taking a break, but upon hearing Nanao's playing, he had to compliment.]

That's one fii~ne melody you've got there.

[Marona is in fact on the road when she decides to check her 'Gear, more out of boredom than anything else. There isn't a whole lot to do when one has a team of overpowered Pokémon following them, staving off any antagonistic wild Pokémon by sheer intimidation or a single sharp attack if necessary. When she comes to Nanao's post, her lips tighten to what is just barely a smile. She waits until the song has finished before saying her piece.]

That was... pretty.

[Hey, Envy recognizes that music store! He listens appreciatively to Nanao playing, waiting until she's finished to make a comment.]

You never told me that you could play too.

I didn't know you played piano.

I didn't know you could play. That was a lovely tune.

Whooooa, I didn't know you played piano, Ise-san.

Whoooaaa!! You can play the piano?

Oh, Atsuro-san. I didn't see you there.

I am. I've talked to her about it as well (via Kiyone), and she's happy to be trained by you. Oh, she's a Dratini. I probably should have mentioned that beforehand.

{She'd seen him when she came in, but wrote him off as harmless pretty much straight away, and so she smiles at the compliment.}

Thank you, sir. It's been a long while since I played.

{ Not!daughter! 'A' }

Thank you.

It's... not exactly something that I broadcast back home. I guess old habit die hard.

{What. What. Forgive her staring, Edward, but she just... can't believe her eyes.}

...

You never said that you'd returned.

Fair enough, I don't usually tell anyone either. You're pretty good, though, how long have you been playing?

I haven't played in a long while - so it was nice to have the chance to do so.

In that case, you're a natural. [He can't say this from experience of course, considering he was made to be a musical genius... but he knows talent when he sees it.

He walks closer to the piano and presses two or three keys nonchalantly, making a pleasant sound.]

I've had a lot of time to learn.

That I can - can you play any instruments?

Well, give or take, about seventy years.

{Raising an eyebrow - is that a challenge, good sir?}

And so are you, apparently.

[He grins widely.] It always helps to have a lot of time to learn.

So you'll have a piano in your house now?

Mmmhm. And when you're in town, feel free to drop by and have a play - familial privileges, of course.

[He can't help but grin. It's not a challenge, but he won't turn it down if it's just for fun. This is the first time that the Other Father's been around another pianist... Or at least, a pianist with a piano.]

I learnt for my daughter. [He says that is if it's a normal thing to do.]

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