Ise Nanao (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bamfsecretary) wrote2011-09-13 05:46 pm
bamfsecretary) wrote2011-09-13 05:46 pm
Entry tags:
- action,
- an actual normal post for once,
- atsuro-san,
- brosuke,
- buying all the things,
- cpt shotacon,
- detective cooper,
- goldenrod,
- it's migwhale,
- kiyone as cameramon,
- little bitty pirate luffy,
- matsumooootoooo,
- not!daughter ;a;,
- other father isn't creepy at all,
- piano player,
- text,
- the littlest blonde alchemist,
- video fo sho,
- yes envy your sis can play too
thirtieth form; quiet talents reveal themselves (video/action for goldenrod/text)
//video/action
{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.}
{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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...and how would you tell Kyouraku-taichou? He's not even in Johto.
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[ With a perfectly straight face she states this.
Yep. She just wants to make you giggle. ]
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So your breasts are Pokemon. Well, that's interesting.
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[ WAIT A MINUTE |: ]
My breasts are not a pokemon!! They existed waaaaaay before pokemon ever did!
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I know they did - you're so old, after all.
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I'm older than you, after all.
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Besides, I've been a Shinigami for over a century. I'm pretty sure I'm older than you.
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[ giggles. ;w; ]
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{ S-she doesn't mean to be mean... ;n; }
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{...Nanao are you being insecure.}
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[ peg'd. ]
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. . .
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Nanao?! Nanao!? Are you okay?!
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I'm fine.
{Then why is your voice all shaky....}
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{Stop splitting hairs, Nanao.}
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{But she sighs. I give in.}
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