maskormenacelogs | sing with me a song

WHO: Azura & YOU
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: beginning of Feb
WHAT: confused wandering of a medieval princess in a modern town
WARNINGS: none atm!

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Luckily, there was a brief respite of warmth to the day in what should otherwise be a cold and unpleasant winter, which was very lucky for this particular woman wandering the streets of Maurtia Falls, barefoot and in an outfit extremely unsuited for anything but sunny weather. Goosebumps had still risen on her skin nonetheless, and if she had any free hands, she'd probably be rubbing at her arms -- she didn't, however, as one hand was holding an ornate looking lance while the other had a folder and a phone clutched in it, as she most certainly had nowhere on her person to put such things. A telltale sign of a new arrival, if any. Wandering the streets, she was looking completely lost and out of place, brows scrunched in confusion as she tried to make heads or tails of her situation.

Perhaps give some pity towards a woman obviously out of sorts?

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Wherever this place was, it was certainly nothing like what she was used to. The concept of "technology" was foreign to her, and if they hadn't emphasized to her how important the phone was, she might've just chucked it. So instead, she'd decided to expand on what they had taught her briefly before leting her loose. She'd found a place to sit on a bench and was tapping away at it with obvious confusion, using her pointer finger to press the keys in slow and deliberate pokes.

"Mm..." She hums in confusion to herself, holding the phone closer to her face and squinting a little.

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She'd found her way to the park not too long into the day and settled herself down on the edge of one of the benches, leaning back against it and staring up in the sky. Eventually she began to sing, a song that her mom had taught her many years ago, closing her eyes and just letting the music overcome her. It was familiarity in an unfamiliar situation, and she took solace in it.

Somewhere along the line of her impromptu performance, someone had set down a cup and some change, and many had begin to follow suit in tossing in a few dollars or quarters in appreciation. A slight crowd had begun to form to listen, and upon opening her eyes and noticing, Azura saw opportunity, though the foreign currency had nothing to do with it -- she saw an opportunity to make someone smile.

She stood up and dusted off her clothes, fluffing out her skirts and striking a pose as she started a new song. She began to dance along with her singing, moves elegant and fluid like water as she remained light and airy on her feet. The crowd grew and even more money came pouring into her now overflowing little cup, and she relished it -- there was nothing better than having an appreciative audience.

Azura had begun to grow tired however, so she decided to end it on a high note. It was a bit of misuse of power, but it's nothing her mother hadn't done on occasion to lighten her spirits -- striking up her signature song, she began to dance for the final time of the evening. As her hands move, water begins to stream through the air following her finger tips, as well as from the kicks of her feet through the air. Her pendant around her neck is glowing as well, it as well as her hair and clothes flowing a bit more airily than usual. It wasn't a lot of water or energy expended, just enough to be flashy, and just enough oomph of power to send a wave of calmness over the crowd -- nothing that would leave her in pain, afterwards. Certainly nothing as flashy or intense as her performance for Garon, which was a whole other situation entirely.

The water disperses into the air above like little bubbles as she finishes, bowing to the crowd who cheer, and positively overflow her poor, poor cup with gratuity. As she settles back down in her seat with her items, the crowd begins to disperse, giving anyone who might want to an opportunity to speak to the woman responsible. Meanwhile she yawns behind a hand and looks up at the sky, noting how late it was growing and becoming slightly concerned. Should she go back to that house they'd left her at...? Did she even know how to get back at this point?

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[wildcard! let me know if you'd like to do something different or just go for it, i don't mind. prompts r hard and i am weak]

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Drawn toward the music and the crowd while he was wandering through the park, Grievous caught the last performance Azura was performing. A good foot or so taller than most of the people who were assembled in front of him he probably stood out and even more so once more of him could be seen when most of the crowd dispersed and he remained.

He approached her now, clanking on his long cybernetic legs; his red and grey cloak flowing behind him but he wore nothing else. What could be seen of his body within the covering looked metallic and skeletal, an intimidating sight to some. Even his face seemed to be made of a bone-like mask. Not human. Very alien and fierce. But his voice, while rough and aggressive in nature, didn't speak in a tone that implied any threat right now.

"That was a very delightful performance." Yes, he was complimenting her.

Foggy hadn't planned on sticking around, at first.

He's a very busy guy, he likes to say. In truth—well, he is, but not today. He'd been planning on just going home and sleeping after meeting with a real estate agent and looking at offices for much of the day, but the woman's voice draws him into her song. He watches, enthralled, as the song goes on and holy shit that is some amazing special effects. For the first time in a long while, he feels—relaxed, feels lighter and happier.

So of course he tosses some money into her cup. Of course he sticks around to talk to her.

And of course he says, "So that was incredible. How'd you do that thing you did with the water?"

[ kaneki doesn't usually go to Maurtia Falls, not on his spare time. He knows how the city is and he knows what usually happens there, just like it happened last month. Still, Kaneki decides it's good to have a look, to see what happened during the attack in January. There wasnt a trace of plants left, but there was still some destruction.

That's when he spots someone who regrets not bringing a coat along. New imPorts are very easy to tell apart indeed, carrying that familiar folder and that feeling of being absolutely lost. So he decides to approach with a small smile ]

hello- do you need help?

[Magnus is usually quite helpful to newcomers. he remembers what it was like, empathizes, is patient -- all things he isn't currently being, at the moment, with his nose pressed up against the glass window of a bakery. like most shops in Maurtia Falls, its a little run down, but it has its own charms; the "charm" of this place is they barely make enough bread and pastries for their customer base on busy mornings (which Magnus suspects is a marketing ploy, honestly -- creating demand -- or the place is a front for seedier business, so they're not all that invested in profits from their amazing croissants). but they're the best breakfast food in Maurtia, so Magnus is early, before-opening early, ensuring he doesn't miss out on the goods]

[so as Azura wanders, cold and lost, Magnus -- a not-so-modern shield across his back -- gazes at pastries, on the other side of the street. #nailedit]

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Lucina knows that look. Even without having seen herself in a mirror, she knows she's had much the same puzzlement worn plainly enough to tell what's going on. That's the most telling thing about this woman: Never mind the out-of-place attire or pale blue hair, it's that look that gives Lucina the hunch that she's a stranger to the communicator -- and this place as a whole, no doubt.

"Excuse me," she says, smiling amicably and stepping up to a conversational distance. "Are you having difficulty using that? I don't mind lending you a hand, if you wish."

[ The singer had caught her attention not long into the performance. There was something undeniably enchanting about her voice- something bright like sun reflecting on waves. She watches from a bit of a distance- not wanting to detract attention.

But then the last song starts and instantly she can feel the power of it echoing through her. She's heard all kinds of songs of power, but the sweetness and serenity of this one is nearly overwhelming. She pulls her hoodie tighter over her head, and ducks under her hair to hide the few tears that escape.

Even when she's done singing, Persephone stays back in the shadows, watching until she's sure the woman is alone. ]

Yusuke does not live in Maurtia Falls, but he sometimes visits the park here. It's full of characters, people to watch and things to draw. Inspiration can and will be found anywhere, so he does not like to limit himself to one place, or one idea, when he can stumble upon it unexpected places, or unexpected people.

This woman is immediately striking, with her long hair and foreign clothes, she must be a new imPort. From his place sitting on the ground against a tree - yes it is cold, but he prefers it that way - the artist smiles to himself, sketching Azura into his notepad, capturing the gentle grace of her movements, the sparkling flow of her water. When she's finished, he approaches her, but without anything to leave in her cup...oh.

"Excuse me, miss. That was beautiful. I have never seen anything like it," Yusuke says, punctuating his praise with a polite bow. "I am afraid I don't have any money with me, but I can offer you this."

Would you like a drawing of yourself?

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