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- adelheid,
- anise,
- armand,
- asch,
- blue beetle,
- brook,
- celes,
- clark kent,
- claude,
- daphne,
- demyx,
- dias,
- emmett,
- guy,
- hanatarou,
- hanekoma,
- jason,
- joshua,
- kagura,
- kenren,
- klavier,
- kvothe,
- lelouch,
- luke fon fabre,
- mele,
- methos,
- nataku,
- ophelia,
- porky,
- ren,
- ronixis,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- scourge,
- senna,
- skuld,
- soma,
- sora,
- the flash,
- the scarecrow,
- tobias,
- tony castaway,
- tony stark,
- tsubaki,
- two-face,
- tyki,
- utena,
- van,
- zex
Day 39: Music Room
Lunch had been fruitful. Celes had chosen not to eat, but that was fine enough for her; she’d eaten plenty at breakfast and it was not very good manners to eat while discussing war (for Celes, it’d always given her a bit of a stomachache), or plotting. Especially if one was in mixed company. Her nurse escorted her to the Music room, citing that her ‘sister’ had suggested that musical therapy would be good for her. Celes rolled her eyes. This was no music room, with their ‘electronic’ instruments; where were the violas and the harpsichords and phonographs? She’d been past this room before, but had never been interested enough to go into it.
The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.
How dreadfully delightful.
[for Adel~]
The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.
How dreadfully delightful.
[for Adel~]
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"Random!"
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"Moron," she said, rolling her eyes.
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"Nightmare!"
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"Rock."
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"Laugh."
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"Eat."
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"This is fucking boring," she stated. "I'm done."
[Falis agrees.^^]
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Porky looked down and sighed.
"I guess that's okay," Porky mumbled, "It was nice while it lasted..."
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"Too true," Porky said solemnly, "Life's too short to just muddle through and try to do things too quickly. People really ought to stop and smell the roses once in a while, you know?"
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Falis kept that thought to herself.
"You may have a point there, old man."
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Porky thought back to what he had said earlier, back when he was speaking Japanese. That was pretty harsh, wasn't it? Porky had hardly known her when he had said that...
"As for what I said earlier," Porky began, a serious look on his face, "You know, in Japanese? I know you didn't understand me, but I want you to know that I take it all back. Well, except for the second thing I said, because that was a compliment."
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