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008. [Video/possible action for Goldenrod City, also one other thing]

[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]

I have something I would like to ask you, and some further things to discuss. Some more pleasant than others. Do you have time?

[VIDEO]

[Well, if you're familiar with the stores around Goldenrod (or even if you're not, and just happened to wander in there one day by chance) then the chances are good that you're aware of a music shop nestled amongst the larger stores and malls. More specifically and to the point, you may be aware of the piano set up within the shop itself - both for the sake of lessons to those willing to pay, and to advertise others like it for purchase. Descole is in here for neither, though had he the space he wouldn't be terribly opposed to the latter; for the last couple of days, he's come in when business is slow and settled himself behind the keys, sometimes playing, sometimes just running his hands over them lightly. Today, however, he is clearly settling for none of that. The camera clicks on after seeming to have been set up directly alongside the keys, showing nothing but his hands and a bit of the long ruffled sleeves covering the backs of them; he begins playing after a bit, and...uh. It's a bit difficult to say what in the world set him off but he's having at fairly hard and holding absolutely nothing back, his hands fast and firm on the keys. It's not anything classical, or even anything terribly classy; it's somewhat more akin to...well. While it isn't anywhere near exact, it's closer to this than anything.

Yeah. Um. There's probably something to be said for the fact that Descole is baring his soul to the world and it sounds sorta like Skrillex, but we won't go there.

His hands linger on the keys for a moment after the sound dies; the camera angle doesn't adjust any, leaving his face well out of the shot, but after a moment Descole speaks, his tone clipped and more abrupt than usual.

He's clearly a bit stressed; he's doing a terrible job of concealing it.]

I'm looking for ways to further improve myself. Anything at all. Physically, intellectually, I don't particularly care. Tell me what you excel at; I want to hear what your talents are.

I don't care that time doesn't pass back home, not while we're here; there is still such a thing as having been here too long. If I can't return to my life's work...

[He pauses for a moment; without warning, he slams his hands down heavily on the keys, the sudden clash ringing out sharply. One can...pretty much hear the rather alarmed sound of the shopkeeper in the background, telling him to watch it.]

I've had enough. Give me something to pursue.

[And with that, end feed.]

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How long have you been here? [ Joonhee finds the sentiment pretty understandable. he's getting restless and he hasn't even been here long. ]

Back home I danced.

[...you know, that's vaguely...]

Are you in Goldenrod?

[ Originally lured by the music. And then hook, line, sinker by that one particular line about time. ]

Any proof of that? [ What is being specific. ]

[...well. The shot remains the same, as he hasn't moved the camera any; his hands are still running across the keys, though the sound is gentler, the melody itself far different - he can still be heard over what he's playing, however.]

It's been over a year. Thirteen months last week, actually.

[His voice is still tight, but it sounds more controlled, at least.]

What sort of dancing are we talking? There are many disciplines and all.

[At the very least he's calmed down when he responds; he still hasn't seen fit to angle the camera back up toward his face, but at least he's not sounding like he's out to murder the piano. He's playing nice with it, though the melody itself is incredibly melancholy.

He can still be heard, however.]

I am, yes.

[His words are still rather tightly controlled, but at least he seems to be relaxing a bit now that all that...whatnot above is out of his system.]

[He's content to leave the video off for this one, should that be how he's going to be addressed; simpler that way besides. He's still playing when he responds, though he can still be heard over it; the fact that he's calmed down some in regards to what he's playing is definitely helping with that.]

That would depend on what you're asking about, really. I'm not sure I can prove any of your talents, for one thing.

[There's a bit of a laugh behind his words, but no genuine bite; he seems to have worked the worst of...whatever that fit was out of his system, though that doesn't mean he's not going to be more than a bit sarcastic toward you anyway.]

Not talking about me.

[ The sarcasm goes unaddressed due to a) again, music, and b) it's in his nature to ignore about 90% of -- well, everything. Almost everything. (Semantics.)

A beat. Two. He's taking his time listening to the playing a little more before finally bothering to clarify. ]

... Time not moving. How do you know?

[ he doesn't answer for a moment, so that he can listen to the music. it's a nice break from the bgm even if it's not the kind of music he usually listens to back home. ]

That's a long time to be away but it seems like there are a good number of people who have been trapped that long... [ he can only hope he's luckier. ]

Hip hop, mainly. ...do you have hip hop where you come from?

[[Emmy is, admittedly, rather excited to get Descole's text; it's been quite a while since she's seen him. Not that she'd....you know, missed him or anything! Honestly.]]

I suppose I might be able to fit you into my busy schedule.

[[Hmm. Hopefully he wouldn't take that too seriously...it was so difficult to be teasing over text!]]

Where would you like to meet?

[There's a quiet little "Aha" from Ondorus' end. Someone is happy with themselves for having guessed the video background right.]

Would you like to meet? I think I know where you are, and I have some errands in the area I could get to today.

[Honestly, just about anything is a nice break from the BGM, let's be real here - Descole's thankfully at a point where he doesn't notice it anymore, at least not nearly to the same extent. He keeps playing, if for no better reason than he likes having something to do with his hands; that first statement gets a bit of an odd noise out of him, though it's not exactly derisive - just a bit displeased.]

I've heard of several who have been here longer. One from my world was here for a few years, if I'm not mistaken.

[His hands nearly slip, one of his chords ending up a little botched as a result; he fixes it quickly enough.]

He's no longer here, from what I understand. Shame, really. I'd at least hoped I could beat him back.

[He's quiet for a moment longer after that; his hands don't slip again.]

I can't say I'm familiar with the term, no; while we're not too backwards, where I'm from, we are still a bit behind the times when it comes to this world.

[...Ondorus, you are adorable, all right.

However, he's quiet for a while after that question is out there; his hands are still occupied with the piano, softly, but it takes him a while to find a verbal response.]

I would like that, actually. Are you coming here, or would you prefer I meet you?

[...don't worry, in Descole's experience 90% of everything is better left ignored. Sturgeon's Revelation and all that.

He continues to play for a few seconds before responding; at the very least, it seems to be relaxing him a bit more.]

There are a few that have gone and come back; I haven't spoken to anyone who's left this world personally - at least not to my knowledge - but I have spoken to those who have known others who left. All accounts from those who have come back have implied that when they return, it's as though no time had passed for them at all, no matter how long they were here before.

You won't remember anything from your time here; that's either good or bad, depending on how you spend your time here.

[...well, at least he has a general understanding that Emmy likes to tease people, should her mood be right; as he hasn't done anything like show up in front of her masquerading as a random blond person in a few months, he imagines that's what this is.

...hopefully that's what this is. Surely she wouldn't be putting the selection of location in his court if she was displeased-

ugh, look he's been overanalyzing everything lately because he is Descole and that is what he does leave him alone]

Assuming you're in Goldenrod again, there was a coffee shop on the northern side of town, if I remember correctly; we've met there before. Does that work for you?

I'm familiar with it, yes. Race you there!

[Well, with any luck you were keen to get this thing started right away, Descole, because there is now textual silence on Emmy's end! Better hurry up!]

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At least that seems to have gotten rid of whatever nerves were there before, in favor of sheer competitiveness and massive amounts of stupidity because oh like hell he's going to lose to you, Emmy, he doesn't think so. He'll be there in incredibly short order.

...this is boding really well for the entire meeting, isn't it, good lord.]

[Well it just wouldn't be right if things weren't kept a little interesting! Apparently we are just incapable of meeting you like normal people, Descole.

Anyway, having sprinted her little heart out to try and beat her enigmatic companion to the cafe, Emmy has found herself in front of it; she's currently trying to catch her breath, one hand pressed against the unofficial finishing line (aka the cafe door).

What she didn't really expect, however, was to find her fingers somewhat tangled in Descole's - it's impossible to tell who got there first. Without moving, Emmy turns to face him, cheeks slightly red from exertion as her breath comes in soft gasps.]

A-Ah, you....you really raced me....

[That's just met with a...rather self-satisfied smirk as Descole tries to ignore whatever the hell is going on with their hands; he's leaning a bit heavily against the door, his breathing tight as he tries to catch it in a reasonably short period of time, but he seems rather pleased with himself indeed.

...just ignore whatever the hell is going on with their hands, he wasn't expecting her to reach it at the exact same time he did.]

You thought... [He swallows hard, a light laugh nearly escaping him after the fact.] You thought that I would do otherwise...?

W-Well I, I didn't...most people don't....

[This is certainly something new; Emmy is more accustomed to the people around her being inclined to roll their eyes and tell her to slow down, or panic when they think she's being too reckless or going to end up hurting herself, so the fact that...Descole actually raced her properly rather than acting how she expected, it's....

....i-it's....

...w-well it's....it's really quite nice and that colour in her cheeks is due to the physical exertion she's not blushing leave her alone except never leave you actually raced her-]

A-Anyway, I think it's a tie, because I simply can't tell what...what is going on here, so! A tie!

[Quickly untangling her hand, Emmy immediately crosses her arms and shifts slightly on her feet, as if all of Descole's prior nervousness had neatly transferred onto her.

The roof of the cafe is looking particularly nice today, by the way!!]

Shall we enter?

[Well, however nice the roof of the café may have been, Descole isn't paying it much mind; he's a bit distracted by batting at his cape a bit once their hands have been separated, as though ensuring the thing hadn't tangled any. While he's certainly noticed the blush, he's not entirely sure what to do with it, and calling attention to it isn't anything he's exactly inclined to do with now because that would involve dealing with it somehow.

So! Far easier to just...yes. Let's. Just. ...yes.]

Well, I certainly don't intend to stand around outside.

[The comment is dry, though it's free of any sort of genuine bite; just...let him quit leaning against the door long enough to open the damn thing.]

After you, then.

[Blinking in surprise for a moment, Emmy promptly then makes a move to enter the cafe. It's silly being surprised that Descole would hold the door for her; after all, it was the gentlemanly thing to do! But then that line of thinking starts up those uncomfortable 'Descole = gentleman' thoughts that she hasn't entertained in a while. For good reason, too, because if she thinks about it too long the whole meeting seems so silly, but....well, the Professor isn't here any more. At least she doesn't have to explain anything to him.

There's a fairly private table over near one of the windows, and she zips over to it, helping herself to a chair and propping up her head against one hand, pleased to feel the heat dissipating from her face as she begins to calm down.]

So, what would you like to discuss with me? I take it it's more than just your prowess on the piano.

[Which was very impressive, by the way, but you're not getting any straight compliments just yet.]

I can stop in, if you're willing to wait...half an hour, or so.

[...right, that. It's perhaps fortunate that the mask obscures how quickly his gaze darts away; he doesn't seem too bothered by it, though there's something...odd about having Emmy commenting on it. He returns his attention to her as he joins her at the table, however, folding his hands on the smooth surface in front of him.]

A few things, really. I...received that card of yours a short while back, for one.

[Because it was totally just a card received a short while back, rather than anything...else, um.]

More than willing, actually. I'll be here.

Descole... are you all right...?

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