Ise Nanao (
bamfsecretary) wrote2011-09-13 05:46 pm
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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.}
[Text]
[They might both leave for Ukitake. Anyone else...naaaah.
Not literally, but just to throw him off a scent for a while. Covering her tracks and making alibis and all that. And considering he's only 28 kilos on a good day...yep. Pretty sure.]
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Ilex Forest isn't that bad. I would know, I've been in there more times that I'd care to.
{Yeah, she didn't leave for Renji & co.}
{...how is he only twenty-eight kilos. He's at least forty, or else that boy needs to eat a hell of a lot more food.}
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[Speaking from experience? Who, him? Naaaaaah....okay, maybe. And it's probably for the best she didn't go after Renji or the others. Woulda been chasing ghosts.
He needs to eat a hell of a lot more, sleep a hell of a lot more, and stop stressing out already. Not that...any of that is likely to happen anytime soon. Or at least not before he learns to dodge hits.]
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Then you simply have to improvise! I was in there for a bloody month, I would know.
{She definitely is, though. And she was pretty depressed about them disappearing on her - this was back before Matsumoto reappeared, I think.}
{...she will definitely start feeding him more. Little boys need to eat to grow big. And hopefully an actual bed will help with the sleeping thing, but he's on his own with the stressing.}
[Text]
[Well, losing friends is always a depressing thing...though Matsumoto reappearing might have made things a little better.
He can handle the stressing. Mostly. ...Sleep is unlikely to happen, however. He's never been good at that.]
[Text]
...Captain, are you speaking from personal experience here?
{Possibly. If anything, it's made Nanao's romantic life a helluva lot more complicated.}
{ :I wonderful. The last thing they need is two insomniacs in the one house.}
[Text]
[That and he's led one too many squads with those people on them to not know how to not properly prepare for a "field trip".
Matsumoto has that effect on people, sadly. Not that any of them truly seem to mind it.
Misery loves company. Isn't that how it goes? :3]
[Text]
Unfortunately, I have seen the same thing many times over. It's part of the reason why I don't lead expeditions anymore.
{Well, Nanao does mind. Sort of.}
{She'll end up filling that bookcase that Rangiku bought her faster than she anticipated. :|a}
[Text]
[Ah, but only sort of. Not enough to truly wish Matsumoto harm. Just enough to want to bonk her on the head on occasion.
The bookcase and a shelf in the kitchen stocked full of various teas...though that's more likely to be his doing than hers, if they're both insomniacs.]
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{Also she is raising an eyebrow so hard at that last text.}
Me, a Captain? But then who would do the Eighth's paperwork?
{And throw a few kidou at her. All in the name of training, of course.}
{She already has a shelf of teas, thank you very much. She can't stand green, so she makes up for it in vast quantities of other types.}
[Text]
[As it would the moment Nanao leaves, for whatever reason. And if he had Kidou, this one would have tossed a few at Matsumoto already. That woman is...something else.
Well. He might just introduce a few greens to the shelf eventually; not much else works for him.]
[Text] keywords~
...none of our previous vice captains lasted more than two weeks at best. Are you seriously suggesting that we return to those days?
{So would she - there are few phrases that are adequate in describing that woman.}
{She'll make sure that they're within easy reach of him - she wouldn't want him to suffer the indignity of having to get a stool simply to have a cup of tea.}
[Text] ...xDD
[Quite a few, actually. Some he's used, some he hasn't. It's never really pretty when it comes to that.
Or the worse indignity of having to have his Golduck get it down for him; that creature is over a foot taller than he is!]
[Text] I love my new keywords so much :'D
But the Eighth is my home - and to be absolutely frank, I have no intention of going after my Bankai even if I do go back.
Matsumoto has already informed me of my role in the War.
{Generally not. Nanao's considered learning extra languages just so she can curse more efficiently, but that would mean more effort on her part.}
{...oh my god. Is it reallly?}
[Text] they're epic!
[The effort might be worth it, considering her housemates both here and back home...even if they're barracks back home.
Golduck is five foot seven. When it evolves, Arcanine is six foot three. bitty-Captain here will be carried like a puppy at some point in the future.]
[Text] most excellent uhuhu
Don't I know that.
I know it doesn't end, but the fact that I am not there on the battlefield of Fake Karakura Town fills me with trepidation.
{At the very least, she'll be able to tell Kyouraku TO DO HIS WORK in more creative and unusual ways.}
{....his golduck is taller than her. And her hellhound is really a horse in disguise, since it ends up being five foot something at the shoulder.}
[Text] :3
[Which would be a bonus in it's own right, really. Might get him to do something for once.
All the mons, taller than all the shinigami. ...not that it takes much to overtake this one. So tiny.]
[Text] ugh this is an ugly tag I am so sorry
Best laid plans of Rattata and men, or so the local version goes.
The last thing I remember from my point in the timeline is that yourself, Matsumoto, Madarame, Abarai, and Ayasegawa were to head to the Living World to keep an eye on Karakura Town. I have no idea of what happens between then and the future, save what Matsumoto has told me over the 'Gear.
I should be honest. I too have "gone home", except I experienced several months in a week, and my body was in a coma during that time. Apparently these comas are more common than they should be, but they seem to do no harm apart from leaving us with new memories.
{Possibly. Or he could just start exclaiming about "How clever Nanao-chan is!!" and then she'd have to hit him with a book again.}
{Nor this one, really. Five foot four and a bit inches isn't that much at all.}
[Text] ugly? I see no ugly! :3
[Well then. She'll need some heavy books if she doesn't have them already; Kyoraku's skill is remarkably thick....and she knows this already.
Not much, but still taller than Yachiru. That's gotta count for something.]
[Text] ;3;
Yes, I do. And that is a great relief to have actually experienced it, rather than simply hearing about it. I still hit him over the head after he recovered, however.
{How does levitating and then throwing the entire set of encyclopedias of the Three Worlds sound?
Yes... so now they can make excellent totem poles for Yachiru to climb. Happily, she tends to use taller people, like Ikkaku and Renji for such purposes.}
[Text] ♥
[Sounds like it would do some damage...though whether he'd care or not is up in the air.
Sadly, just about everyone is taller than her. A lot of people have become totem poles for her, and for some it's...very frustrating.]
[Text] \o/
You and half of Seireitei. That man seems to delight in getting into ridiculous situations, whether in battle or not.
{I think most people would sigh, and then keep out of her way for the next few days.}
{And now that we've done that height chart, we know that everyone is taller than her. Which means, of course, that no one is safe.}
[Text]
[This guy certainly would; those books are heavy.
The only one safe, by virtue of height, is probably Nel in her child form. Probably.]
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..ah. Is it really that noticeable?
{It is a very practical way to tone and strengthen one's arms, she's found.}
{...possibly.}
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[Or the book throwing. Or the sake bottle destroying...sometimes it honestly feels like a wall's going to come down with all that.]
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