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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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I thought we ain't much memorable to them mortal folk. You forgotten that?
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[ She means this with every fiber of her celebrity being. Get her in front of a camera and all goes well! But as soon as the film stops rolling -
So be it. Hibiki glances about. Surely they haven't discarded the effects she arrived with, at least....Or deprived her of somewhere to change out of her costume. ]
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[ Nobody is an exception, and he doesn’t know why she would think that anything would make her one. ]
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[ Forget changing here. She'll do so in her temple, which has nicer facilities anyway. Hibiki spots a large Permes (it's Permes, no matter what the label says; no one here can spell) bag sitting in a corner and stalks over to retrieve it. ]
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Some lass who's ended up'n a ridiculous god position?
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[ SOMEONE JUST PICKED UP HER BAG AND WALKED OFF WITH IT ]
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I ain’t sure it’s theft iffen they think it’s a lost item.
[ But he’s a thief who’s done worse thieving than that. ]
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...Excuse me.
[ She refuses to run after this person, but she sure is walking extremely briskly. A walk for people who don't want to admit they need to be running. ]
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You gonna catch up that way?
[ She might not hear him say that. ]
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Her bag is getting away. ]