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thenearshore2017-08-07 07:18 pm
priforprince) wrote in thenearshore2017-08-07 07:18 pm
Open ♔ Shikyoin Hibiki’s Magnificent Daily Life
Who: Hibiki and YOU!
When: Morning through evening, August 12
Where: Mostly the Near Shore; some on the Far Shore
What: A day in the life of a performance god whose temple is now (mostly) free of spirits. Behold its elegance.
[ I. - Morning, a girls’ high school in Tokyo ]
[ It’s a beautiful early morning on the Near Shore, with the air alive with the sound of…..tennis?
That’s right, the courts adjacent to this girls’ high school are the sight of some early-morning private lessons. That…do not appear to be going well. ]
Not like that. [ Hibiki tucks her racket under one arm and comes up behind a very nervous-looking girl, wrapping her arms around her to take her hands and readjust their position. ] Concentrate and observe, if you can’t do it instinctively. This is the difference between effort and—
[ But it’s then that her head raises, and she looks right at you and smiles. ] Perfect timing. Come here.
[ II. - High noon, a movie set ]
[ Why did you ignore the tape that said “STAFF ONLY” roping off this section of town? Did you just not notice it, or did some of it get torn down? Whatever the reason, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d stepped back in time. And it appears there’s about to be a standoff in the streets. ]
That’s no good, partner.
[ Slouching out of the crowd towards the man making his way down the street threateningly, a slim figure clanks its way to the center of the scene and tips their hat up with a finger. A grin flashes. So do brilliantly green eyes. Movie cameras surround them. ]
The sheriff around these parts -
[ Hibiki draws back her fringed vest to thumb a shiny gold star. The cameras zoom back. “He’s good,” one staff member whispers to another. “Who is he again?” the second one asks. “I don’t remember hiring him.” ]
Is me now.
[ ….where are you standing for this? If you’re in the shot, you might get written into the movie. ]
[ III. - Afternoon, outside a café ]
[ “We’re here with the mysterious breakout rookie actor, Shikyoin Hibiki-sa - hm? Is something funny, Shikyoin-san?” ]
No. Do continue.
[ An interview is taking place at this table. Hibiki has changed out of her costume and is sitting politely opposite a lady reporter. The reporter hits “Record” on her smartphone again.
“…Shikyoin Hibiki-san, who came out of nowhere to land a major role in the upcoming film Six-Shot Sheriff. Shikyoin-san, is it true that the casting committee didn’t even realize you were in the room until you began reading the lines for the role you were assigned?” ]
Genius always makes itself known. The timing is of little import.
[ ”You’re very well-spoken, Shikyoin-san. Could you tell us anything about your background?” ]
Then I wouldn’t be mysterious, would I? I’d hate for you to have to rewrite your introduction.
[ ”That’s very kind of…” ]
Besides, even if I’d descended from Heaven, the only angel I would see is you.
[ ”A…ah…..”
The reporter looks over and notices you for the first time, as if desperately seeking for something, anything, to look for that is not Hibiki. Her face is flushed. ”Oh, when did you - are you the intern? Here, ask him some questions….I have to….whoo…”
And now it’s just you. And Hibiki. And this cup of tea Hibiki has just picked up. ]
[ Sip. ]
[ IV. - Evening, the Far Shore ]
[ The day is ending as it began: with the sound of something resounding over the hills. Except, this time, it’s the hills of the Far Shore, not the Near. And instead of tennis balls and rackets, it’s….hooves.
A knight on a white horse! Er, well, Hibiki on a purple horse, but the same idea applies. And something very, very strange has happened.
Hibiki is smiling. ]
When: Morning through evening, August 12
Where: Mostly the Near Shore; some on the Far Shore
What: A day in the life of a performance god whose temple is now (mostly) free of spirits. Behold its elegance.
[ I. - Morning, a girls’ high school in Tokyo ]
[ It’s a beautiful early morning on the Near Shore, with the air alive with the sound of…..tennis?
That’s right, the courts adjacent to this girls’ high school are the sight of some early-morning private lessons. That…do not appear to be going well. ]
Not like that. [ Hibiki tucks her racket under one arm and comes up behind a very nervous-looking girl, wrapping her arms around her to take her hands and readjust their position. ] Concentrate and observe, if you can’t do it instinctively. This is the difference between effort and—
[ But it’s then that her head raises, and she looks right at you and smiles. ] Perfect timing. Come here.
[ II. - High noon, a movie set ]
[ Why did you ignore the tape that said “STAFF ONLY” roping off this section of town? Did you just not notice it, or did some of it get torn down? Whatever the reason, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d stepped back in time. And it appears there’s about to be a standoff in the streets. ]
That’s no good, partner.
[ Slouching out of the crowd towards the man making his way down the street threateningly, a slim figure clanks its way to the center of the scene and tips their hat up with a finger. A grin flashes. So do brilliantly green eyes. Movie cameras surround them. ]
The sheriff around these parts -
[ Hibiki draws back her fringed vest to thumb a shiny gold star. The cameras zoom back. “He’s good,” one staff member whispers to another. “Who is he again?” the second one asks. “I don’t remember hiring him.” ]
Is me now.
[ ….where are you standing for this? If you’re in the shot, you might get written into the movie. ]
[ III. - Afternoon, outside a café ]
[ “We’re here with the mysterious breakout rookie actor, Shikyoin Hibiki-sa - hm? Is something funny, Shikyoin-san?” ]
No. Do continue.
[ An interview is taking place at this table. Hibiki has changed out of her costume and is sitting politely opposite a lady reporter. The reporter hits “Record” on her smartphone again.
“…Shikyoin Hibiki-san, who came out of nowhere to land a major role in the upcoming film Six-Shot Sheriff. Shikyoin-san, is it true that the casting committee didn’t even realize you were in the room until you began reading the lines for the role you were assigned?” ]
Genius always makes itself known. The timing is of little import.
[ ”You’re very well-spoken, Shikyoin-san. Could you tell us anything about your background?” ]
Then I wouldn’t be mysterious, would I? I’d hate for you to have to rewrite your introduction.
[ ”That’s very kind of…” ]
Besides, even if I’d descended from Heaven, the only angel I would see is you.
[ ”A…ah…..”
The reporter looks over and notices you for the first time, as if desperately seeking for something, anything, to look for that is not Hibiki. Her face is flushed. ”Oh, when did you - are you the intern? Here, ask him some questions….I have to….whoo…”
And now it’s just you. And Hibiki. And this cup of tea Hibiki has just picked up. ]
[ Sip. ]
[ IV. - Evening, the Far Shore ]
[ The day is ending as it began: with the sound of something resounding over the hills. Except, this time, it’s the hills of the Far Shore, not the Near. And instead of tennis balls and rackets, it’s….hooves.
A knight on a white horse! Er, well, Hibiki on a purple horse, but the same idea applies. And something very, very strange has happened.
Hibiki is smiling. ]
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Dear, dear. You do have a hapless streak, don't you, protegé?
The director opens his mouth to yell "Cut!", but Hibiki is already sauntering over. One take. That is her style. She is not the kind of person who suffers recreating her inimitable performances. This can be salvaged. ]
Get yourself to shelter, missy. [ Hibiki positions herself in front of Natsuru, as if shielding her from coming harm. ] I reckon you're not from around these parts, but this here's high noon.
[ She winks. ] It's about to get too hot for comfort.
[ "Wh..." The director turns to his cameramen and hisses "...are you getting this?" Everybody clambors into position.
One take. Perfect. ]
god, I lost all my game tags for a few days and NEARLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS...
[She blinks wide eyes at Hibiki, her cheeks turning pink. Without consciously thinking about it, she nods. The actresses in costume around her seem to take the cue from Hibiki, flocking around the strange-looking girl and herding her away with muttered comments about her shameless or immodest dress. One might have thrown in an understanding bit about it being awfully hot though, with a definite glance towards Hibiki.
What is even happening to this film.]
time has no meaning for those united as we are, mademoiselle
Hibiki raises her gun and fires. The effects team realizes just in time what's happening and run a fan over to blow the man's hat off his head. ]
Get out of town. [ The scriptwriter looks like he's gonna faint. This has completely deviated. ] There's a lady present, so I'll show mercy.
You better thank her every day of your sorry life.
[ Aaand cue some crowd folks cheering. "That's our sheriff!" "Cleaning up the streets without sheddin' blood!"
Hibiki is so, so good at her job. Wait for her, protege. She'll seek you out soon... ]
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Finally, she finds herself being dragged away again by the other women, this time behind the scenes. Several of them ask her what she was doing on set out of costume, and a few of the crew seem baffled at how they can't seem to find her wardrobe. Natsuru's so stunned by all of this, she's not sure how to say she's not actually one of the extras on this film? She just stands off to the side, while the rest of the cast and crew continue to discuss. Especially the fact that, if there are any further changes to the script, they might need to use 'that girl' again in another scene or two. She might even get a line!
Through all of this, Natsuru just wonders... where is Hibiki to explain what's going on???]
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Whom she approaches from behind because why should she ever not select the entrance with the most impact. ]
I suppose you were my muse today.
[ She can find out what's going on later. This comes first. ]
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Ah?! W-Well...
Wasn't I just getting in the way?
[Oddly, even while the others continue talking about her, they seem perfectly content to ignore her speaking for now.]
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She has a feeling the smile will work. ] What brings you here?
[ It doesn't seem like Hibiki is angry, Natsuru. In fact, she seems fascinated by how your day is going. ]