[ There is only one empty-ish corner in this overcrowded space, and it's being occupied by someone who saw fit to bring a large, fully upholstered armchair to this event and make use of it despite the close quarters.
She listens to the introductory speech, occasionally pulling a judgmental face or a knowing smirk. By the end of the talk, however, she's grown bored and is reading a script for something called Six-Shot Sheriff II: The Seventh Shot.
This reading continues even after the meeting has concluded and everyone is being ushered away. All attempts to catch her attention have ended in failure. She is camped in this corner. Taking up too much space.
The shinki trying to get her to move seem at their wits' end.... ]
[ Physical Training ]
[ Someone has moved Hibiki's chair out of the meeting room - but now she's in this hallway, and everyone is having to clean around her. She doesn't seem to care. In fact, she has added a small round red rug with gold tassel fringe and a side table upon which to rest a saucer of hot cocoa, thick and rich with a glittery spun-sugar rose on top. It's getting cold outside.
The chair has been set up indoors, yes, but with a window nearby that permits a view of the training lawn. Hibiki peers out said window, nursing her chocolat chaud. Vastly superior to being out in the chill, this. And there's no way anyone would possibly disturb her...
Except something's prickling the back of her neck. ]
Skulkling around bends isn't smart.
[ The bird spirit that'd been observing Hibiki panics and, with a squawk, turns to try and flee. Except there was someone trying to work right where it's making its exit.
Gangway! Bird in the face! Hibiki around the corner, not caring! ]
[ Rest and Refreshments ]
[ Hibiki sighs as the bird spirit wraps a heavy scarf around her neck, offsetting the starkness of her dark sweater. That's....surprisingly convenient. ] How much weight can you carry?
[ The bird twits off to show off. Hibiki watches, then turns to go. Ridiculous. She doesn't need such a -
"Who is behind you now?"
A child shinki pauses and points. "I know her! She threw a party! God Apollo!" ]
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[ There is only one empty-ish corner in this overcrowded space, and it's being occupied by someone who saw fit to bring a large, fully upholstered armchair to this event and make use of it despite the close quarters.
She listens to the introductory speech, occasionally pulling a judgmental face or a knowing smirk. By the end of the talk, however, she's grown bored and is reading a script for something called Six-Shot Sheriff II: The Seventh Shot.
This reading continues even after the meeting has concluded and everyone is being ushered away. All attempts to catch her attention have ended in failure. She is camped in this corner. Taking up too much space.
The shinki trying to get her to move seem at their wits' end.... ]
[ Physical Training ]
[ Someone has moved Hibiki's chair out of the meeting room - but now she's in this hallway, and everyone is having to clean around her. She doesn't seem to care. In fact, she has added a small round red rug with gold tassel fringe and a side table upon which to rest a saucer of hot cocoa, thick and rich with a glittery spun-sugar rose on top. It's getting cold outside.
The chair has been set up indoors, yes, but with a window nearby that permits a view of the training lawn. Hibiki peers out said window, nursing her chocolat chaud. Vastly superior to being out in the chill, this. And there's no way anyone would possibly disturb her...
Except something's prickling the back of her neck. ]
Skulkling around bends isn't smart.
[ The bird spirit that'd been observing Hibiki panics and, with a squawk, turns to try and flee. Except there was someone trying to work right where it's making its exit.
Gangway! Bird in the face! Hibiki around the corner, not caring! ]
[ Rest and Refreshments ]
[ Hibiki sighs as the bird spirit wraps a heavy scarf around her neck, offsetting the starkness of her dark sweater. That's....surprisingly convenient. ] How much weight can you carry?
[ The bird twits off to show off. Hibiki watches, then turns to go. Ridiculous. She doesn't need such a -
"Who is behind you now?"
A child shinki pauses and points. "I know her! She threw a party! God Apollo!" ]
---Eh?