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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. ]]
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[Hibiki, it turns out, was not ruunning blind. She had a goal in mind, that goal being... whatever it was she was keeping in here.
[There isn't time to take it all in. She misses details, misses exactly what might be written on all of those boxes, though she catches the occasional detail - the Friend Ticket, familiar but unexpected; the word Vulture, and she simply cannot think what that might have to do with anything. She sees the temple model, though, and how could she have missed noticing a palm-sized doll with Falulu's hair and coord?
[That's where her gaze stops, just for a moment - on Falulu, on the dolls by her sides: Fuwari, then... no, that's a man in a goat costume, not an actual goat. The sight off them makes this all too explicable, they make Mirei's heart hurt for Hibiki all over again. If only she could just have missed them! Just have felt homesick and horribly adrift--
[She doesn't want to say what she says next. She doesn't want it to be true either.]
There's nothing to locate, Hibiki-san. This world doesn't work like that.
[I'm so sorry.]
You can't break a law that doesn't exist.
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[ The computer makes a comedic buzzer sound as she attempts....Something. Hibiki pauses, frustrated and confused, and types something else.
The computer makes another buzzer sound.
Hibiki's fingers tremble on the keys. Then she's picking up the computer and chucking it into a corner - ] Gh! [ - where it bounces, unharmed
because this carpet is more plush than some pillows, screen reading NOT FOUND.Shoulders heaving, Hibiki turns away, fuming but also thinking over what Mirei's said. This puniverse's system - doesn't exist? Is inaccessible? She's going to be denied her desire again?!
And because of that, this puniverse -
this puniverse -
Hibiki doesn't want to let anything make a liar out of Fuwari. Fuwari, who had saved Hibiki by promising not to let her be alone. ]
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[A system would be reliable. A system would operate according to some kind of internal logic. Warp and twist and rewrite it as you will, the logic remains, and the logic - they both knew it! - pushes back against too much interference. The system, above all else, has to be maintained.
[This? This is capricious. This is nonsensical. It seizes total strangers from all manner of different words and throws them, ready-or-not, into its own, for no wider reason that Mirei can work out other than they happened to strike its fancy. What use did this world have for idols? And yet it collected them anyway.
[No simple system is capable of this.]
You've said it yourself, Hibiki-san. There's no logic behind our summoning at all.
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[ Hibiki spits the word - it's an ugly word, and she hates it, and she hates being forced to be a part of it. ]
To be denied true utopia because of nonsense - this puniverse is unworthy of Shikyoin Hibiki!!!
[ And there's nothing she can do about that? Nothing?
Nothing?
That's such a terrifying thought that she turns on Mirei, desperate for a distraction. And Mirei has always been such an easy target. ]
What a disappointment. To think you could calmly tolerate such conditions - was this all that spirit that stood up to me is worth?
[ This huff is bitter, and while it meant to be a laugh, it can't bring itself to go all the way. This is fine, though. This is good! Yes. If she turns on Mirei, she can be calm.
If she turns on Mirei, she'll have the upper hand again. Things won't be out of her control. She won't have to think about anything else.
She won't have to think about being abandoned again. ]
So much for your fabled belief in togetherness.
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[There's a lid on her temper, and she's keeping it tight. Tight because her temper won't help. Tight because this isn't, absolutely is not about Mirei Minami. Tight because Hibiki's anger--
[--oh, no.
[It's the anger of a child receiving a discipline ticket. It's a lashing-out at the one part of the system that they can put a face to, the one part that stands in easy reach. Because the rules won't change no matter what they say, because the principal is a figure on a dais, or a closed office door, and that's it. It's Dorothy West demanding to know why anyone cares if her shirt is tucked in. This is Hibiki - and it's water off the proverbial duck's back!
[She almost wants to get angry, but she can't. She can't.]
Do you really think togetherness can only be found at home?
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[ She's not Dorothy West, no. She's not railing against the authorities - she IS An Authority, an Authority denied their due! Snubbed! And yet.
Hibiki's burning desire to be with someone.....In the back of her mind, she'd almost thought Mirei might understand it. She'd almost thought that was what Mirei - what Mirei's team leader - had tried to teach her. Yet Mirei has accepted she can't be with SoLaMi SMiLE? That this puniverse is unworthy, without so much as a protest? Enough to lecture SHIKYOIN HIBIKI, the person against whom she mounted an ENTIRE COUNTER-REVOLUTION?
Hibiki sounds almost thoughtful as she draws the only conclusion possible. ]
....It seems that your miracles were all errors and flukes, after all.
[ It is unacceptable that this, too, hurts.
So she turns her back on Mirei, though thanks to the coord she's wearing Mirei is still going to be looking at Hibiki's face, after a fashion. Hibiki's face, stitched in gold, and a stiffness to her shoulders. The stiffness of someone relying on a facade, because confronting what's behind it is too much to bear. ]
I've no need for the seed of a Divine Idol that rots on the vine. Begone from my sight.
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[There's a lot to keep a lid on--
[She holds back. Still, he holds back. She even wants to take it personally and, where it counts, she does: Mirei holds back. The tension, though, is showing, in the set of her jaw and the curl of her fingers. She can almost be glad that Hibiki (damn her, damn her, what does she know about what Mirei can or cannot do--) has her back to her. It's so much easier to sound calm if sounding it's all that matters.]
This isn't our world, Hibiki-san. You have no authority over me.
[Rank, yes, but that's hardly new.
[She glares at Hibiki's embroidered profile - and she keeps a lid on it, on the longest and loudest sentence ender she has ever uttered. The nuclear option, but Mirei's not yet given up on diplomacy.]
No, we don't belong here. None of us do. But that's no excuse for pretending that none of this matters, and turning our backs on the friends we've found right here!
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[ She's expected to be a god here?! This is divinity? NOT BY HIBIKI'S STANDARDS!
A puniverse that summons its gods at random, instead of based on ability or worth....
A puniverse that refuses to conform to Shikyoin Hibiki's will......
A puniverse that doesn't let her put all her goats in a row, and that......That...
When Hibiki stamps her foot as she talks, the Fuwari and Falulu dolls rattle on the stage. ]
REMOVE YOURSELF! LANGUISHING IN THIS FALSE HEAVEN IS ALL YOU DESERVE!!
[1/Mirei]
[Is Hibiki listening to a word she's saying?
[Time to find out.]
[2/Mirei]
[3/Mirei]
[3/Mirei]
[4/4]
[Drops them, in a handful, into Hibiki's lap.]
Here, pri!
1/hibiki
2/hibiki
3/hibiki
4/hibiki
5/hibiki
6/hibiki
hibiki/7
Hibiki's entire body is on the floor now, and she's staring up at the ceiling, eyes blank, but mind conveniently untethered from the negative spiral into which it'd thrust itself. When she'd fallen backwards, she'd happened to hit a tea table that conveniently had been behind her, and so she's lying amid the rubble of not only several broken teacups, but also a teapot. A serial murder was done this day.
But! Hibiki is no longer in any position to talk back or refute! She is a completely open audience!
....assuming she is conscious, which is anybody's guess, but. A minor matter. ]
[1/2]
[Maybe the da Vinci had been pushing it, after all. It had felt good, though - positively justified, even.
[Problem is, she still kind of has a point to make... on the other hand, maybe small doses of sentence ender scattered throughout will be just what she needs to privent a pricurrence]
Take a look at them, pri! If they don't really matter, why the heck were they on stage with you? Why did they do all this with you, pri? You think Wendy would stop counting because you had Ando back, pri?!
[2/2]
[Yes, she saw that Friend Ticket. Now seems a damn good time to bring that into pri.
[She fetches it. Crouches. Holds it out.]
They're your friends, pri. We all are! And that's why this world is worth fighting for too, pri!
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[ It's sort of a creaking noise more than a voice, but it's coming from somewhere inside of Hibiki, so presumably she has not yet shuffled off this Heaven for a higher one elsewhere. ]
.....Wendy.....?
[ Wendy....
She can't.....have everything....she wants....?
But she can have.....She has.....
Wendy...? And, what's more.....
Her eyebrows twitch. A sign of life! ]
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[She reaches for the dolls in Hibiki's lap. Picks up Wendy's doll, and then another.]
Natsuru, pri.
[And another.]
Elfnein... and Tsubasa, pri.
[She places the dolls back down, carefully; she sits back on her heels.]
Your friends, pri. Didn't it feel good to get to sing with them? To work together to put on that show, pri? You can't have what you had back home, none of us can have that. But I've been home, Hibiki-san, I didn't know to miss the friends I had here then, pri. And, when I got back... I miss Laala again. But I was very glad to see Minako, pri.
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[ How strange. She can't think about singing with them without also thinking about behind the scenes. Peeling away the layers of amnesia to reveal Natsuru's talent, like a flower coaxed into blossoming. Wendy's asking Hibiki to be her god, playing chess with her, being there for her when she first discovered this puniverse lacked PriPara. Elfnein's acting surpassing Hibiki's wildest expectations. Tsubasa coming to Hibiki of her own accord because her heart rang out with the desire to sing. Spending such times with them - the storm in Hibiki's heart had been at peace.
She had talked about Falulu with Wendy, and it hadn't even hurt. ]
Hhhhhhhhhh!!!
[ Hibiki jerks back to life on the floor, realization hitting all at once. Dolls scatter everywhere.
...Then she has to turn on her side and cough into a fist, because she'd gasped so hard her throat had closed in on itself, but. Life has returned. ]
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