[video&action for orlea]

[smallskull]

[Assassin has been dutifully following her Master's orders, tracking one of the natives as part of the "game" he proposed to her. Sometimes, though, something else catches her eyes, and she finds herself distracted from the task at hand. This is one of those times.]

[Her target lives in Orlea, and from what she has gathered, music is one of his primary hobbies. So, it's no surprise when tailing him eventually leads to her following him into a store centered on as much. She has never really had the chance to listen to music before, much less any of the modern sort, so it isn't long before her attention falls away from him and onto the racks of CDs.]

[This is the backdrop when she decides ask a question of the populace at large. She wastes no time on an introduction or an explanation when she opens her mouth.]

What kinds of music are good?

[After this question is asked, if anyone is in the area and interested in stopping by the store, they may find Assassin inside, headphones held over her ears as she listens to whatever CD she happens to be sampling at the time. She has been picking what to listen to by how much she likes its name, which is maybe a little childish, but she is a child.]

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[smallskull]

[At his question, she moves to grab it back from him, obviously inexperienced when it comes to these kind of interactions. She has to check which one it is, though...]

It's Vivaldi, so that's... Um, Baroque!

[darkhourdear]

[It's ok- for all he knows, that's what you're supposed to do.] That sounds interesting. Should we try that one?

[smallskull]

We can. [It doesn't matter to her what they try first, after all. Okay, just put it in here, and...]

[...Oh, but there's only one pair of headphones.]

Um...! [She twists it so one of the earpieces is facing outward as best she can.] Here, you take this end.

[darkhourdear]

Alright. [That seems to work. Pharos will listen quietly as the music begins to play. He hasn't really heard anything like this... it's nice, he supposes.]

[smallskull]

[Assassin is content to listen for a little while, but there's a question that has been gnawing at her. Eventually, she has to vocalize it.]

Why didn't you have the chance to listen to music before?

[She hadn't expected to find someone similar to herself. So, she wants to know more about him.]

[darkhourdear]

[That's a bit of a complicated question. But, Pharos also hasn't really learned how to lie- just how to be cryptic.]

I suppose I sort of heard some of it second-hand, but whenever I was truly awake things like this didn't really work.

[yup that answered nothing. Though, he didn't mean to make it that way.]

What about you?

[smallskull]

"Truly awake"?

[She can't give him the full truth, either, but her own reply is honest enough, in its way.]

It would have been a distraction, so I wasn't allowed to listen to it.

[darkhourdear]

Mmhm.

[She didn't ask for real clarification, so he doesn't think to give it.]

Distraction from what?

[smallskull]

My studies. What does "truly awake" mean?

[darkhourdear]

[Well, he considers that acceptable.] Most of the day I lived inside Minako-chan. But during the Dark Hour I could come out and talk to her.

[smallskull]

[Living inside someone... That sounds awfully familiar, and it only makes her more curious.]

Are you part of another person?

[darkhourdear]

Not exactly. A part of me was sealed inside her a long time ago, so I suppose I grew with her.

[ooc: do you have plurk/aim? i'm gonna head to bed soon but if you want to chat about them later that would be cool. :)]

[smallskull]

But you were in parts then, weren't you? Are you whole now?

[ ooc: my plurk is missbiondetta if you want to add me there! ]

[darkhourdear]

I think so. [He was quite sure something else was going to happen, but apparently not yet...]

[ooc: added! c:]

[smallskull]

You don't know?

[darkhourdear]

I thought something else was going to happen, but it didn't. Maybe this place interrupted it.

[smallskull]

Oh. That's too bad. [She knows all about wanting to be whole, after all. She goes quiet for a little bit, waffling over what to say next. On the one hand, she knows she can't tell him much, but...] I'm only part of someone.

[darkhourdear]

[Pharos looks over her, a little surprised but far from judgmental. He'd thought that was unusual...] Really? How?

[smallskull]

Um... I can't really explain it. But there are eighty of us. [...] I'm the only part here, though.

[darkhourdear]

I see... I'm sorry. [He was only in thirteen parts, and that was confusing enough for a while...]

[smallskull]

[She shakes her head.] It's okay. It's strange, but I'm fine this way. [...] Um, don't tell anyone else what I just said though, okay? It's supposed to be a secret.

[darkhourdear]

Alright. I won't. [friends keep secrets, right?]

[smallskull]

Okay. Good. [She doesn't think to thank him. Then, because she isn't sure how to go about these things, she asks:] Do you want to be friends?

[darkhourdear]

[Pharos nods, smiling.] Do you?

[smallskull]

[She nods as well, emphatically to make up for her not-very-emotive expression.] Uh-huh.