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Entry tags:
- chris yukine | senki zesshou symphogear,
- d2 | alive,
- ginia | original character,
- hibiki shikyoin | pripara,
- minako aino | sailor moon,
- obi | akagami no shirayukihime,
- romeo | romeo's blue skies,
- tsubasa kazanari | senki zesshou symphog,
- wendy | kuroshitsuji,
- ω atem | yu-gi-oh! dm,
- ω mirei minami | pripara
Open ♔ I will change even the world!
Who: Hibiki, CelePara Talent Agency, & the whole Far Shore
When: March 27
Where: Temple Apollo, Far Shore Central District
What: Hibiki's movie screening/draw-her-homeworld-to-herself gambit. The day of revolution has dawned.
[ Act I. Prilude ]
Today is the day.
[ Hibiki's done that thing again, that thing where she forgets to lock her temple door and then monologues to herself in her office. What an inconvenient and ham-handed thing this thing is! Why, anyone who stopped by early for any reason might overhear! ]
I'll be coming to pick you up soon. Ando....Princess Falulu.
[ Hibiki is standing next to her model of Apollo's Temple, and she's talking to miniature dolls. Most of the dolls she has sorted in boxes around her are of people from the Far Shore, but the three she's addressing have never been seen here: a man in a goat suit (no, wait, that would be silly, it's a goat on two legs, that makes way more sense!), a fancy girl with long curls, and a barefoot girl with a pure smile. ]
Fuwari.
[ The longing in Hibiki's voice is so potent you could rend ayakashi with it. ]
[ Act II. Movie Screening ]
[ The seats to which usher spygoats lead everyone upon their arrival to Apollo's temple are exactly as described on the tickets Hibiki sent to old and new gods alike (what do you know, Zetta - she actually managed that...incredible....seat you were assigned). Spygoats in little concession hats roll about before the screening, offering gourmet flavored popcorn and sparkling water to any takers. Even the popcorn boxes are etched with gold filigree, and may be taken home as a memento.
One thing all seats have in common, however, is that they can see the stage. And what a stage it is.
At the appointed time, the lights dim, and Hibiki's voice can be heard echoing all around. ]
Worshippers of Apollo, bienvenue. This puniverse's eons-long drought of true entertainment ends tonight. Bathe your hearts in the oasis of extravagance and slake your thirst in the crystal springs of genius!
Tonight, I'm serving it exclusively for you. Enjoy the taste.
[ A movie screen unrolls across the stage. The same bleating goat logo for MPriM Productions as was featured in the trailer bleats its bleat across the now-darkened theater.
And the movie begins.
As anyone involved in the production can attest, it's a historical musical about a samurai who was unfairly stripped of his title by a jealous rival. The samurai is left fending for himself against the ninja assassins his rival sends against him, and is torn about turning to a life of crime to support his little sister and her sick friend. The plot only thickens when it's discovered that one of the assassins sent to take the samurai's life is actually his former lover, believed dead - but she's been brainwashed to forget him!
Will the samurai stain his hands in sin for the sake of those he loves? Will there ever be an explanation for how someone can supposedly have the world against him when every woman he meets falls violently in love with him, often singing about it? Or why a samurai movie features saloon scenes? Can the samurai rescue his beloved from the true villain, a retainer of his rival's who's been manipulating everything from behind the scenes in hopes of siezing power himself?
Yes, Archer's role ended up being the secret bad guy of the piece. What a strange happenstance.
Because our hero is noble and handsome and played by Shikyoin Hibiki, he can achieve all his aims and more! While he does steal to support those he loves, it's only ever from wicked people, and in the final battle, he not only defeats the true villain but is rewarded with a restoration of his title by the shogun. (Whose sisters are all also in love with the samurai, but that is neither here nor there.) His lover also recovers her memory of him when he saves her from the True Bad Guy, nearly losing his life in the process, and his would-be sacrifice leads her to rediscover her passion for him.
Everyone is happy who should be happy. The samurai's little sister's sick friend recovers. Even the farm animals seem happy. A cow who has been in nearly every scene, even scenes where a cow has no business appearing, seems happiest of all.
The film ends with a rousing musical number about how wonderful the samurai is, and with the samurai saying that even more amazing places await them, and as the camera pans up to the dawning of a bright and wonderful new day, music begins to swell throughout the theater again. The screen fades, but four girls rise on Ionic columns from beneath the stage, their backs to the audience. Acquaintances may recognize them as Natsuru, Wendy, Elfnein, and Tsubasa.
And everyone had better recognize who's rising up in the center of the stage now. Her back is also to the audience, and. And.
Oh. Oh, Hibiki.
No. ]
[ Act III. Revolution ]
Now! The first act of revolution has concluded!
[ Hibiki lifts her mic towards the ceiling. A faint glimmer of light can be seen there. ]
Our radiance calls our quarry to us. Resound, across primensions! Captivate PriPara and draw it towards us!
[ The columns lower the four girls back onto the stage. Hibiki's column just plain vanishes. She drops, twirling around as she does, so she lands in a flurry of purple sparkles on one knee with her mic out, then stands. Music strikes up, all around. ]
[ The "Special Performance After The Show" begins! It's a live musical number, though resplendent with immersive illusions that take the audience, one by one, to different vistas through which Elfnein, Wendy, Tsubasa, and Natsuru sing and dance with Hibiki. They keep dancing together even once they return to the original set, with Hibiki eschewing the big finish at first in favor of going on to a sultry jazz solo, gesturing to each of her members in turn but mostly showering herself in her own splendor. This is her moment. This is her revolution. And she will sing the full version.
At last, however: ]
[ Everyone sprouts wings. Hibiki's fellow singers all have gold wings, but Hibiki's - Hibiki's are special. ]
Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha ha!
[ The light up above grows as CelePara Talent Agency zips through the air. Hibiki twirls higher, higher, ever higher. The others take each other's hands, but Hibiki soars higher still, and instead of a bell appearing, there's just light, that light, and within it -
Is there something within the light - ?! ]
This is my revolution! My divinity! I drop the curtain on this forsaken stage!
[ The music reaches its climax. Hibiki stretches out a hand - ]
What a
[ It's getting closer, everything is bathed in light - ]
Wonder
[ Hibiki takes a deep breath. Hibiki smiles, a smile full of unrestrained, unrefined glee - ]
PriPara World--!!
[ Drums crash. Cymbals ring. And just as the music ends, Hibiki's fingers -
hit a wall. ]
[ Act IV. -- ]
[ The lights go off.
The music has ended. The set has vanished. The members of CelePara Talent Agency appear back onstage again, all illusions dissipated. Nothing's left but a darkened concert hall, the audience, and Hibiki, frozen in place with her fingertips lightly pressed against the topmost part of the hall's ceiling. ]
Wh....at?
[ She blinks, like she can't believe what she's feeling. She stares at the ceiling in front of her, at the darkness and the solid pressure against her hand. For a long moment, she remains there, suspended in time and space. Everything is silent.
Then, slowly, staggeringly, Hibiki tips backwards and floats back to the stage. Her wings and legs give out in tandem, and she collapses to her knees about a foot above the floor. The hand that'd hit the ceiling falls, useless, to her side. ]
PriPara.....didn't come?
[ The spygoats begin gathering in the doors of the hall. This...is not what they were supposed to record. This is bad, right? They should. Do something. Something for Maa-ster. ]
Everything was...illusion.
[ Hibiki's eyes are open, but it sure doesn't look like she can see the concert hall around her - or any of the people here for her show. She's the only one privy to whatever drama she's looking at right now. ]
PriPara.....
[ Her lips tremble. Her head bows. She's sweating. And her voice is quiet
so quiet. ]
......isn't coming?
[ Spygoats burst through the doorways, pouring in en masse to begin attempting to push, cajole, and otherwise encourage everyone to leave in a cute, polite, but firm manner. Right, okay! Maa-ke your way to the exits, please. Flock this way! In case you haven't herd, the presentation has concluded. Maa-ny thanks for your attendance today....
Anyone who's determined enough to get through to where Hibiki's kneeling will be able to. But if you were just here to spectate, the goats will see you out now. There is nothing more to witness today.
Not when Maa-ster is kneeling there, so small.
Not when Maa-ster looks so alone. ]
[[ ooc: Characters are welcome to use this post as a mingle to heckle/comment on any parts of the show amongst each other, in addition to tagging in with prompts meant for Hibiki or other members of CelePara Talent Agency. Hibiki will not be coming out of the concert hall to speak to anyone who the goats manage to expel, however.
And a warning to anyone who stays: she might....explode. ]]
When: March 27
Where: Temple Apollo, Far Shore Central District
What: Hibiki's movie screening/draw-her-homeworld-to-herself gambit. The day of revolution has dawned.
[ Act I. Prilude ]
Today is the day.
[ Hibiki's done that thing again, that thing where she forgets to lock her temple door and then monologues to herself in her office. What an inconvenient and ham-handed thing this thing is! Why, anyone who stopped by early for any reason might overhear! ]
I'll be coming to pick you up soon. Ando....Princess Falulu.
[ Hibiki is standing next to her model of Apollo's Temple, and she's talking to miniature dolls. Most of the dolls she has sorted in boxes around her are of people from the Far Shore, but the three she's addressing have never been seen here: a man in a goat suit (no, wait, that would be silly, it's a goat on two legs, that makes way more sense!), a fancy girl with long curls, and a barefoot girl with a pure smile. ]
[ The longing in Hibiki's voice is so potent you could rend ayakashi with it. ]
[ Act II. Movie Screening ]
[ The seats to which usher spygoats lead everyone upon their arrival to Apollo's temple are exactly as described on the tickets Hibiki sent to old and new gods alike (what do you know, Zetta - she actually managed that...incredible....seat you were assigned). Spygoats in little concession hats roll about before the screening, offering gourmet flavored popcorn and sparkling water to any takers. Even the popcorn boxes are etched with gold filigree, and may be taken home as a memento.
One thing all seats have in common, however, is that they can see the stage. And what a stage it is.
At the appointed time, the lights dim, and Hibiki's voice can be heard echoing all around. ]
Tonight, I'm serving it exclusively for you. Enjoy the taste.
[ A movie screen unrolls across the stage. The same bleating goat logo for MPriM Productions as was featured in the trailer bleats its bleat across the now-darkened theater.
And the movie begins.
As anyone involved in the production can attest, it's a historical musical about a samurai who was unfairly stripped of his title by a jealous rival. The samurai is left fending for himself against the ninja assassins his rival sends against him, and is torn about turning to a life of crime to support his little sister and her sick friend. The plot only thickens when it's discovered that one of the assassins sent to take the samurai's life is actually his former lover, believed dead - but she's been brainwashed to forget him!
Will the samurai stain his hands in sin for the sake of those he loves? Will there ever be an explanation for how someone can supposedly have the world against him when every woman he meets falls violently in love with him, often singing about it? Or why a samurai movie features saloon scenes? Can the samurai rescue his beloved from the true villain, a retainer of his rival's who's been manipulating everything from behind the scenes in hopes of siezing power himself?
Yes, Archer's role ended up being the secret bad guy of the piece. What a strange happenstance.
Because our hero is noble and handsome and played by Shikyoin Hibiki, he can achieve all his aims and more! While he does steal to support those he loves, it's only ever from wicked people, and in the final battle, he not only defeats the true villain but is rewarded with a restoration of his title by the shogun. (Whose sisters are all also in love with the samurai, but that is neither here nor there.) His lover also recovers her memory of him when he saves her from the True Bad Guy, nearly losing his life in the process, and his would-be sacrifice leads her to rediscover her passion for him.
Everyone is happy who should be happy. The samurai's little sister's sick friend recovers. Even the farm animals seem happy. A cow who has been in nearly every scene, even scenes where a cow has no business appearing, seems happiest of all.
The film ends with a rousing musical number about how wonderful the samurai is, and with the samurai saying that even more amazing places await them, and as the camera pans up to the dawning of a bright and wonderful new day, music begins to swell throughout the theater again. The screen fades, but four girls rise on Ionic columns from beneath the stage, their backs to the audience. Acquaintances may recognize them as Natsuru, Wendy, Elfnein, and Tsubasa.
And everyone had better recognize who's rising up in the center of the stage now. Her back is also to the audience, and. And.
Oh. Oh, Hibiki.
No. ]
[ Act III. Revolution ]
Now! The first act of revolution has concluded!
[ Hibiki lifts her mic towards the ceiling. A faint glimmer of light can be seen there. ]
Our radiance calls our quarry to us. Resound, across primensions! Captivate PriPara and draw it towards us!
[ The columns lower the four girls back onto the stage. Hibiki's column just plain vanishes. She drops, twirling around as she does, so she lands in a flurry of purple sparkles on one knee with her mic out, then stands. Music strikes up, all around. ]
[ The "Special Performance After The Show" begins! It's a live musical number, though resplendent with immersive illusions that take the audience, one by one, to different vistas through which Elfnein, Wendy, Tsubasa, and Natsuru sing and dance with Hibiki. They keep dancing together even once they return to the original set, with Hibiki eschewing the big finish at first in favor of going on to a sultry jazz solo, gesturing to each of her members in turn but mostly showering herself in her own splendor. This is her moment. This is her revolution. And she will sing the full version.
At last, however: ]
[ Everyone sprouts wings. Hibiki's fellow singers all have gold wings, but Hibiki's - Hibiki's are special. ]
Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha ha!
[ The light up above grows as CelePara Talent Agency zips through the air. Hibiki twirls higher, higher, ever higher. The others take each other's hands, but Hibiki soars higher still, and instead of a bell appearing, there's just light, that light, and within it -
Is there something within the light - ?! ]
This is my revolution! My divinity! I drop the curtain on this forsaken stage!
[ The music reaches its climax. Hibiki stretches out a hand - ]
What a
[ It's getting closer, everything is bathed in light - ]
Wonder
[ Hibiki takes a deep breath. Hibiki smiles, a smile full of unrestrained, unrefined glee - ]
PriPara World--!!
[ Drums crash. Cymbals ring. And just as the music ends, Hibiki's fingers -
hit a wall. ]
[ Act IV. -- ]
[ The lights go off.
The music has ended. The set has vanished. The members of CelePara Talent Agency appear back onstage again, all illusions dissipated. Nothing's left but a darkened concert hall, the audience, and Hibiki, frozen in place with her fingertips lightly pressed against the topmost part of the hall's ceiling. ]
Wh....at?
[ She blinks, like she can't believe what she's feeling. She stares at the ceiling in front of her, at the darkness and the solid pressure against her hand. For a long moment, she remains there, suspended in time and space. Everything is silent.
Then, slowly, staggeringly, Hibiki tips backwards and floats back to the stage. Her wings and legs give out in tandem, and she collapses to her knees about a foot above the floor. The hand that'd hit the ceiling falls, useless, to her side. ]
PriPara.....didn't come?
[ The spygoats begin gathering in the doors of the hall. This...is not what they were supposed to record. This is bad, right? They should. Do something. Something for Maa-ster. ]
Everything was...illusion.
[ Hibiki's eyes are open, but it sure doesn't look like she can see the concert hall around her - or any of the people here for her show. She's the only one privy to whatever drama she's looking at right now. ]
PriPara.....
[ Her lips tremble. Her head bows. She's sweating. And her voice is quiet
so quiet. ]
......isn't coming?
[ Spygoats burst through the doorways, pouring in en masse to begin attempting to push, cajole, and otherwise encourage everyone to leave in a cute, polite, but firm manner. Right, okay! Maa-ke your way to the exits, please. Flock this way! In case you haven't herd, the presentation has concluded. Maa-ny thanks for your attendance today....
Anyone who's determined enough to get through to where Hibiki's kneeling will be able to. But if you were just here to spectate, the goats will see you out now. There is nothing more to witness today.
Not when Maa-ster is kneeling there, so small.
Not when Maa-ster looks so alone. ]
[[ ooc: Characters are welcome to use this post as a mingle to heckle/comment on any parts of the show amongst each other, in addition to tagging in with prompts meant for Hibiki or other members of CelePara Talent Agency. Hibiki will not be coming out of the concert hall to speak to anyone who the goats manage to expel, however.
And a warning to anyone who stays: she might....explode. ]]
2/2
That's not the person who helped convince me I could stand on a larger stage, just like you.
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[ Her ideal is - her ideal involves -
"Fuwari! Why?!"
"I won't let you be alone!" ---
Hibiki draws herself back up fully, gesturing to the theater around them. Of course she shone tonight! She was perfect, as always! So for her plans to have failed anyway, doesn't that mean: ]
This puniverse is all there is?! No others are acceptable?! Such a system is rejected!!
[ By royal decree. Royal hissy. Royal existential crisis. Same thing. ]
I WILL NOT BE DENIED MY DREAM!!
[ Her hand flies all the way out now, as part of her gesticulating (she's posing heedless of the grip Chris has on her). And, emerging from the cuff of her stage costume, two sparkly pieces of paper come flying out whence she'd tucked them for safekeeping. Right where Chris can see them, or even catch and examine them if she is so inclined.
Perhaps one can blame polteageist. Or perhaps Hibiki has done this to herself. ]
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[Chris actually looks offended at that. Is that all anything that had happened meant to Hibiki?]
Well, nothing about life is ideal! We don't always get everything we want, Shikyoin! You have to make the best of what you have!
[She sees the pieces of paper, and... while she's not the type to grab things that don't belong to her, she snatches them out of the air, purely on instinct.]
What... what are these?
no subject
[ "It's nothing", she wants to say.
"It's nothing" is the one thing she cannot say. Her throat won't let her. It closes at the mere thought. It shuts her temper down right from hot to cold in a heartbeat, even her voice dropping until it could freeze the atmosphere.
Give them back. Give them back.
Give back the beat-up ticket with the picture of the short-haired girl surrounded by clover. Give back the pristine ticket with the picture of the perfect Princess.
Give them back.
Hibiki's whole body is trembling. Make the Far Shore....
....give them back........ ]
no subject
"Give them back."
The words cause her to flash back. A burning building. She can only see her mother's hand amidst the rubble. She's desperate to go to her, but a dark haired woman holds the child back.
Months later, and Chris is cowering in a corner in a work camp. Sobbing to herself, crying about how much she wants to see her parents again.
And then, she flashes back to something more recent. A dirty blonde-haired girl smiling and stretching out her hand. A blonde girl with a silly smile on her face, and a quiet brunette with pigtails.
Another brunette, with a gentle smile, taking care of her.
And then a young woman, with a kind, motherly face that sometimes cried, and sometimes confidently shared advice. A face that Chris was unsure she'd ever see again, even if she went home.
Chris sucks in a deep breath, forcing herself to concentrate on the here and now. She calmly grabs Hibiki's wrist, and gently places the tickets back into her hand.]
Can you tell me about them? You don't have to, but. I'd like to hear about them, if you could.
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[ Hibiki tries to wrench her wrist free as soon as she's got the tickets, clenching them and seeking them to store them away again. She won't look at Chris, can't look at Chris. ]
LEAVE.
[ Stop saying things that make it sound like you understand. Hibiki doesn't care if she's like anybody else or not. She doesn't want sympathy, she wants to arrange this so-called Heaven into a true Paradise, and then rule over it in splendor! But, to have everything according to her ideal, Hibiki requires.....
It's too much. She. She can't.
Don't ask her to dwell on what she's been denied. ]
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... I can't make you tell me. I wish you would, but. It's your decision. But I have to ask one thing.
[She pauses, and takes a deep breath.]
Don't forget them. Don't hide them away like they're something only you can remember. I lost my parents, and thinking like that made me start to feel ashamed of them. I forgot I loved them.
... They wouldn't want you to focus on something that can't happen, either. If you want to live here, you have to move on. And... I know you will. If I can't reach you, I know someone will.
[She turns her back to Hibiki, in order to begin walking away.]
Good luck... Hibiki Shikyoin.
[And with that, she starts to walk away.]
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She's glad Chris is going. She was only making things more complicated. She was making things noisy, both outside and within Hibiki's heart. Hibiki doesn't need such discord as her supposed Heaven comes crashing down!
Yet.
If Chris looks back, Hibiki has settled down. And the hand that had grabbed onto her Friend Tickets is now in a fist over her heart.
Chris may be going
but her song remains. ]
no subject
As she does, she starts to sing the next verse of "What Only Connected Hands Can Create", which echoes through the temple's halls as she makes her exit.
She might take her time. Maybe someone wants to hear the whole thing, after all.]