Latest revision as of 23:54, 5 February 2017

Prince Kanata has posed:
Hope Kanata has had some interesting times in the past few weeks. Sakura has needed help. Sakura has managed to fluster both him and Flora spectacularly. Sakura said it's things she actually says too, which makes him wondering and pondering- but not in a bad way. It isn't horrible, you know, to have the admiration of someone dear to you like that. It may be embarrassing. But that's not killer or darkness or hopelessness and thus, he is happy.

He has been more than a little homesick though, since he came here to Earth to be with his friend- and make more. So thusly, he finds himself on the patio terrace of his hotel room on the upper levels. He places the violin to his shoulder and he begins playing. It's not the duet- he plays when he's alone, or for the ears of Flora- but it is music from home, lovely, sweet music that comes from the strings of his personal violin that wafts out and over the nearby and desolate beach.

Aroma and Puff are busily cleaning the hotel room anyways. Not that it needs it. Best Butler. Best Maid. They are not out here with him as he plays, but they are enjoying the muffled sound of the music through the heavy glass door.

Twilight has posed:
    Searching. Forever searching. Twilight skips across the building line. Pretty Cure are out here somewhere. She's hoping to not have to drag one of her lieutenants out next time. She is thinking she'll need to cause a disturbance. It's looking awfully like that will be the case. This dissapoints her. She'll take Close or Lock. Shut is annoying. Shut is not her first choice.
    Music. Music wafts across the air and she stops a moment. It's a violin. Sweet and mellow- but there's something familiar about the tone and tenor and the tune itself. It grabs at her and demands attention.
    She skips across the hotel and walks along the domed roof as she looks down the violinist. Purple hair. Tall. Something grabs at her but something inside her doesn't let her make the connection.
    With a small leap, she lands next to Kanata and keeps her stature straight and poised, peering past that ballroom mask at the unfamilar violinist. She doesn't say a word.

Prince Kanata has posed:
Kanata is lost in his music. Eyes closed. He doesn't expect someone to land nearby on the small terrace, so when the sound of a light footfall not too way is heard past the sound of his music- he lulls it to a stop- since it isn't immediately followed with a blast of energy or a blade or a thrown object. His eyes open and he blinks at the strange young woman.

Grey hair. Ballroom mask. Fancy dress. Butterfly...

Not anyone he knows. But if this person meant him harm. Surely she'd had been more threating than with her hands at her side. Or maybe she's just overly sure.

"Oh... hello!" he says. "...was my playing bothering you?" he asks. He thinks, perhaps, she might be from one of the other rooms. He didn't see her arrive from the top of the building afterall.

"I'm sorry. I can find someplace else to play, if that was the case..." he says softly.

Clatter from within the room. Aroma and Puff are fighting over who gets to do dishes.

Twilight has posed:
    Red eyes look to the glass door as she hears the clatter and commotion. More familiarity, but more distant than this boy. Those eyes lock back on the purple haired boy. "No. I was not bothered. Could you continue playing please?" she asks in a regal tone that both suggests it's a command but a request at the same time. Not quite polite, but polite enough.
    "I was drawn here by the music. Who are you? Where did you learn this music?" she asks in a curious tone that belays suspicion too.
    "What are you doing here?"

Prince Kanata has posed:
Kanata blinks a bit, and gives a warm smile. He gently places the violin back under his chin and resumes playing from where he left off expertly. Starting off soft, bringing it slightly higher, but not so high that he can't talk over it. "I apologize. My friends are most likely arguing over tasks." he says.

Has he noticed Twilight's curt tone? Probably. But he doesn't read too far into stern, 'apparently' cold people. People are ways for reasons he can't understand. Never understand perhaps.

"I learned these pieces when I was a little boy. I used to practice with my little sister a lot." he says more quietly.

"Do you like them? They are from..."

The Hope Kingdom. "My homeland." he says softly.

"I'm staying here because I have nowhere else to go for the moment." he says.

"Playing the violin makes me feel calm and happy. Does it make you feel happy.... Miss...?"

"Oh. I am Hope Kanata." he says softly. No Prince title.

Twilight has posed:
    Twilight listens to the music, with the same singular expressive face of almost boredom. She seems intrested in the music at least. She listens as she purses her lips. She wants to draw out her own violin. Play along. Something is stopping her though. Music stands best alone from one maestro. No. Her playing is much better. It doesn't need accompimnent.
    Hope Kanata. A name she feels she should know. A face she feels she should know. But she does not. She merely just keeps her red eyes on the boy. He prompts back for a name. But... Miss?
    /Miss/
    "Princess. Princess Twilight." she says curtly, with an almost condemmingly correcting tone.

Prince Kanata has posed:
Princess?...

"Princess Twilight then." he says as he continues playing. Princess... there's three Princess Pretty Cure, and their names are known to him. None of them are 'Cure Twilight'. This girl is not known to him, Royally or otherwise. Is she refugee royalty too? He's heard of another before who was running before too.

"Where is your homeland?" he asks softly. "I mean. You surely have a place you are a Princess of?" he asks with as much as a lighthearted tone as he can.

Music continues to come from his violin. Drifting sweet and low.

Aroma comes bursting out the door. "PAFU CHEATS-ROMA!" he insists as he grumpily sits on the top of one of the surrounding patio barrier and then tilts his head to look at Twilight. He blinks. "A visitor-roma and no one told me!?" he says as he bolts up. He suddenly darts back in. Kanata winces.

"He'll want to feed you tea. Do you like tea?" he asks over the music.

Twilight has posed:
    "Does it really matter?" she asks- not wanting to be all 'The Princess of DysDark' to this boy for some reason. "What I am a princess of? Do I truly need to be a princess of anything?" she asks with a raised brow behind that ballroom mask.
    "No. I will not have tea." she says.
    She gives a curt, quick curtsey. More practiced and formal than one she's giving from the heart before lowering her dress. "Thank you for the playing, but I do not wish to waste all my time here tonight listening to music."
    "I have a false princess to find." she says as she turns toward's the beach and then leaps away from the patio, to the ground, without another word.
    She's tired of feeling this distant reminder of something she can't remember.

Prince Kanata has posed:
Kanata frowns and furrows his brow. "False princess?..." he asks. But there is apparently no answer for him tonight, as she leaps into the night. He stops playing, the song having come to it's natural end anyways as he mutters. "Good night..." hoping perhaps she'll catch it, but may not.

He thinks. A young woman, in a ballroom mask, seeking a false princess. Is there a pretender to some throne...?

Of course, it doesn't matter what one is a Princess of. Afterall, Flora doesn't quite rule a country- she is The Princess of Flowers.

Aroma bursts out with a tea service. And looks around perplexed. "Wait, where did she go-roma!?" he calls out. "I made for two! What a waste-roma!" he laments.

Kanata chuckles and sits down at the small table on the patio for two, alone. "Don't worry. I'll drink enough for two I think." he says warm heartedly.