2487/A Pageant Thing

A Pageant Thing
Date of Scene:	19 February 2017
Location:	Mitakihara/Pikarigaoka - King Penguin Park
Synopsis:	Twilight is looking for princesses. Seth is looking for melancholy. Yuzuki is looking for something to make sense.
Cast of Characters:	Seth Locke, Yuzuki Amemori, Twilight

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Seth Locke has posed:
It's Winter, and it looks like it's not going to get any warmer anytime soon. For Seth, warmer would be good; a decaying circulatory system does bring internal heating problems, after all, and this tranlates into needing to have an extra layer of clothing to keep himself from getting a cold, which in turn could compromise immune system, and...

Okay, back to the subject at hand. So, he's walking one of the pathways of the park, carrying on his shoulder a gym bag. As he stops by the pond, he looks at the cherry trees, which are at this time devoid of foliage and covered in snow. With a nostalic, saddened look, he looks at them.

"Sakura in the spring... Will I ever see them again?", he mutters under his breath and underneath all that clothing.

Yuzuki Amemori has posed:
Yuzuki Amemori is at the park, dressed warmly enough in a long jacket, a hoodie, long skirt and tights. Why she's out here is probably the real question. She's working on music if one had to guess, sitting at a bench, laptop on her lap as she adjusts things up and down with her headphones on. Every once in a while she reaches for her drink, something in a gigantic thermos and takes a sip of it, leaving lingering steam before the lid is snapped shut again.

She does spot some movement out of the corner of her eyes at that point and offers a wave to Seth, though she's not sure if she remembers his name. That was the guy that wanted to play on her computer right? She scowls as she tries to remember. She should be better with faces.

Twilight has posed:
    Over the cold air, wafty violin music begins to come from an elaborate violin. The source seems to be on of those bare Sakura Trees, not too far off- though not quite close enough for the violinist to notice the two others nearby.
    The song she is playing seems to be a mix of sad and urgent. Is it the winter, or something else?
    She is dressed in her usual black dress. Butterfly adornment. Ballroom mask. She doesn't seem to mind the cold. It doesn't bother her a bit.

Seth Locke has posed:
Seth Locke sighs as the question races through his mind, and turns, just in time to notice Yuzuki the DJ. He nods, smiling underneath his scarf, coupled with a wave, and he begins to approach...

And that's when he hears that sound. That glorious, hypnotic sound. Sad; sadness is agreeable with his mood. Urgent; the sense of urgency is the line that draws him closer. Because, unknowingly, he's drawn to hear the sound better, like a moth is drawn to the flame.

Yuzuki Amemori has posed:
Yuzuki Amemori looks confused as he waves, then turns and starts to wander off. She closes her laptop and slips it into it's hardcase before pulling her headphones from her ears. Because they're warm you see. "What's going on then?"

She stands up, hearing the violins for the first time and tilting her head. "I know it's weird to have anyone lingering out here, but the violin thing is really odd isn't it? So cold right?" Not that she has room to talk.

Twilight has posed:
    Twilight brings her piece to a close when she realizes she has an audience. Red eyes peek from behind a ballroom mask as she looks down at the two. Seth seems enamored with her piece. Seth is also a boy. He is not who she is looking for.
    Yuzuki seems confused by her playing. But she was brought over by it too. She is a girl. She might be who she's looking for.
    "You." she says to Yuzuki. "Are you a princess?" she asks curtly, with a slightly disintrested look.

Seth Locke has posed:
"You play beautifully", Seth replies in admiration after Twilight interrupts her piece. Is that a tear in his eye? "Keep it up. Please."

But then, as Yuzuki becomes the focus of the violinist's attention, he's puzzled. "Wha... A princess...?" He waits to see what this is all about.

Yuzuki Amemori has posed:
Yuzuki Amemori tilts her head at the question, then tilts it the other way. "Political capital? No?" She scowls, "Wait you mean like a real one? Definitely not. I'm a DJ." And a samurai. A loud one. Beat, "Wait, are you looking for a specific princess? Maybe we can find out who you're looking for?"

Then to Seth she doesn't comment on the tears, not yet anyway. "What's up with the mask?" She asks, curious about the whole outfit. "And... uh, aren't you cold?"

Twilight has posed:
    Twilight looks between the two. She doesn't comment on her playing. Nor does she continue. "Mask?" she asks. "My name is Twilight. Princess of DysDark." she says flipping her hair, just a little on the right.
    "If you are not a princess, you're probably not worth my time. But you appear to be offering.... Something. Help is it?"
    "Have you met... 'Princess Pretty Cure'?" she asks curtly. "A so called, 'Princess of Flowers'?" she asks.

Seth Locke has posed:
Now, Seth may never have heard of a Princess Pretty Cure, but, he has heard of them. Heck, he's even met one, Spark.

Now, let's backtrack on this: Cures? Heroic mahou shoujo who are also friendly and cheerful. Twilight? Cold vibe, disinterested sort, not really friendly, and fixed upon this 'Princess'. Conclusion? Twilight is a potential problem. So, his answer?

"Princess Pretty... Cure...?" He pulls up his best poker face in the form of a frown, "What's a 'Pretty Cure'?"

Yuzuki Amemori has posed:
Yuzuki Amemori hangs out with two evil people, her tolerance might be a bit higher than the guy's tolerance. "So what's a DysDark anyway?" She asks, purely curious. She taps her foot on the ground a few times while adjusting her shoes before continuing, "Princess Pretty Cure? Dunno them." Beat, "I don't think." Beat, "Princess of flowers? That's a pageant thing right? Like for idols? I think I've worked that show." She sounds like she's not just yanking Twilight around, for what it's worth.

Twilight has posed:
    Twlight looks between the two again. "DysDark is the future of this world." she says. "As my mother Dyspear took over the Hope Kingdom, so shall we take over Earth." she says this like it's a very strong fact.
    "'Princess' Pretty Cure. The fake princesses." she says. "Will fall." she says.
    She looks to Yuzuki. That same cold look. "Why are you being so facetious." she states, once again, more like a fact than a question, again.

Seth Locke has posed:
Well, boys and girls, there you have it! Evil just doesn't keep them reined, their intentions. So, Seth replies, "Look, uhm..." He pauses for a brief second. "You have a great talent there, and I can see, from the way you play, that you'll sell a lot of records if you go the artistic route." Then he shakes his head, "Might be more successsful than world domination." He shrugs, "Just wondering, but don't take it from me."

He looks at Yuzuki, and shrugs, "I kinda know the drill, by now." And he starts to walk back the way he came from.

Yuzuki Amemori has posed:
Yuzuki Amemori glances over to Seth and says, "Hey uh, you should probably run. I think she's a few channels short of a song." Looking back to Twilight she grins, "Nah nah, I don't think that's our future, there's no fun in those kinds of dreams right?" She holds both hands up and makes a shooing gesture towards Seth, "Really though, might be a good time to go."

To Twilight she shrugs, "I wasn't trying to be, princesses aren't my thing. I don't think I was one in a past life either." She murmurs in an undertone, "Not that he wouldn't have thought that hilarious too." She turns to watch Seth leave, then while watching Twilight turns and starts to back away as well. What, she can at least break line of sight uh, somehow.

Twilight has posed:
    Twilight doesn't make any moves. These people are beneath her. She could destroy them in an instant, in her own world view. She is the daughter of the witch Dyspear. She is powerful in her own right. Besides. She isn't a princess. She is seeking a princess.
    It immediatly makes this a waste of her time.
    "That is your opinion, but is is not the reality, or the fact of what will come." she says.
    "Tsk. I see you're running like cowards before power. You are not making a very good case for your opinion." she says.
    "My time here is being wasted now. I will look elsewhere."
    With that, a black portal, in the shape of a keyhole appears behind her, expands, and then closes, taking her along with it.