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and i dance dance dance, and i dance dance dance
Who: Rue & you!
Where: Various buildings in Vatheon
When: Daytime. Sort of a delayed response to Siegfried's announcement about ballet classes.
Style: Whichever
Status: OPEN!!!
(Too small. Too old--too dirty. When is the last time someone picked up in here?)
[...Ugh. Rue shakes her head, walking out of yet another building. She's gotten used to this stupid thought bubble following her around for the week, though it is no less inconvenient...
She is looking for a place to quietly practice ballet now, since she's evidently going to be teaching lessons. She has no idea how to feel about it honestly; but her prince had garned quite a bit of interest, so she figures it'd be best to be prepared.
Around her neck rests a small music player, attached to headphones; she is familiarizing herself with the music she plans to dance to. It would be a hassle to deal with the cords while doing so, however. But luckily, the building she's finally settled on has a set of larger speakers she can hook everything up to.
...It takes her a moment to figure it out, but it seems to work just fine.
Taking a last peek to see that she's not being watched, she begins with an easy routine that she's done many times before.]
(( OOC: feel free to run into her as she's searching for the building, or walk in on her dancing later! ))
Where: Various buildings in Vatheon
When: Daytime. Sort of a delayed response to Siegfried's announcement about ballet classes.
Style: Whichever
Status: OPEN!!!
(Too small. Too old--too dirty. When is the last time someone picked up in here?)
[...Ugh. Rue shakes her head, walking out of yet another building. She's gotten used to this stupid thought bubble following her around for the week, though it is no less inconvenient...
She is looking for a place to quietly practice ballet now, since she's evidently going to be teaching lessons. She has no idea how to feel about it honestly; but her prince had garned quite a bit of interest, so she figures it'd be best to be prepared.
Around her neck rests a small music player, attached to headphones; she is familiarizing herself with the music she plans to dance to. It would be a hassle to deal with the cords while doing so, however. But luckily, the building she's finally settled on has a set of larger speakers she can hook everything up to.
...It takes her a moment to figure it out, but it seems to work just fine.
Taking a last peek to see that she's not being watched, she begins with an easy routine that she's done many times before.]
(( OOC: feel free to run into her as she's searching for the building, or walk in on her dancing later! ))
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Now, he thinks, might be a good chance to cautiously poke at the original reason that he came in. Now that she's smiling and amused, she might even indulge him.]
But music like this - how do you go about it, anyway? Singing and dancing to it.
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...How? [She tilts her head a bit at his question, blinking.] It is not much different from the way you dance and sing to your music.
It simply elicits a different feeling.
[...Does he wish to learn?]
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No, no, it has to be different. The music's completely different! There's a lot more of it, to start with. [He's used to simple crude village songs, and the subdued music of Noh theater. This is absolutely something else again.]
I would love to see a demonstration, [he says, one eyebrow raised hopefully.]
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emotion.]
...Oh?
[Hmm. Perhaps he hadn't seen as much of her routine as she'd thought, when he'd first arrived. But she has no qualms about dancing in front of an audience, so she nods.]
Well, I suppose I can oblige.
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Especially with the way she talked about dance. He didn't know much about music, but he knew people. He could tell a born performer when he saw one.]
Please! [He stood back, giving her her space.]
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That cinches it, she supposes; so gracefully, she walks back over to the stereo and fiddles with it for a moment, trying to find a proper song once again. Music notes appear in her thought bubble, bouncing up and down to the tune of the songs as she goes through--
And once she finds one she is satisfied with, she stops and steps back, quickly preparing to dive into the routine.
Listening...
Counting one, two, three--
And then she begins, doing a routine slightly different than the one he walked in on. It's a bit more complex, but she does well enough--
At least for a while.]
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But as she goes on, he stops. He forgets, more like. Her dancing is like nothing he had ever seen in his life and it is exquisite, with its grace and its flow, nothing like dance as he knows it. It suits him much, much more.
(There's also the little matter of her being very beautiful. There's that.)
So after a minute or two, he falls silent, and simply watches, eyes gone soft with fascinated awe.]
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While she hadn't expected an audience, she does the absolute best she can and manages to finish proudly. She is a bit out of breath, but she smiles at him nonetheless.]
...It is harder than it looks.
[Certainly not for everyone, but she would try to teach anyone willing to give it a chance.]
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[For once, there's no joke in his tone, only deeply impressed appreciation. He raises both hands high to clap for her, bouncing enthusiasm sobered up by amazement. He thinks about O-Ichi. He isn't happy about it in the slightest when he realizes that, but he thinks about her - she could dance like this...
He gives his head a mental shake, trying his best not to show his distraction, which works because he's good at doing that. His bright smile returns.] You must have studied for years!
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[She nods, confirming both of his statements, actually. It's difficult, and she had to study for that long--years--to get it right. She had a teacher who was strict on basics as well, so she was never short on practice.
Until Vatheon.
An image of her younger self appears in her thought bubble now, dancing with a white-haired boy who seems to be her prince.
He always had been, and always would be.]
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Not thinking about O-Ichi. Not thinking anything like that. Good.]
Oh - I've seen him around, haven't I, [he remarks, still distracted.] But he can't be your teacher - you look the same age!
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She doesn't realize what he may be talking about at first. But then she remembers the thought bubble, and the way she'd been reminiscing just a moment ago-- yes, he must've seen it. It's...a bit irritating, really, but she supposes it could be worse. Her relationship with Mytho is nothing to hide.]
No, he isn't. He's my partner, in fact-- and we learned under the same teacher.
[......He's a cat. Yep.]
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Really, by now he should be used to stranger things than this. A dancing cat makes about as much sense as a little musicians' troupe inside a metal box. But it it a handy distraction, too, when he needs one. So his eyebrows shoot up, and he peers at her bubble a bit more closely.]
... I don't mean to be alarming, but you are aware that that's a cat.
[Now you're just being silly Hideyoshi.]
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Rue looks calm, tilting her head, and then nods.]
Yes, I'm aware. That is what we called him. Mr. Cat.
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[He digests this little bit of info for a moment, scratching his head, then - as has become standard practice already - gives up and goes with it. There is one comment he can't help but make, though.]
Do all your animals do that - the fish and crabs and things, too? That must be awfully inconvenient when you're hungry.
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Haha. But yes, she's learned to simply "go with it" as well, so she mostly expects people to do the same. She honestly has never seen this as strange...not even after his comment.]
...I don't know about fish or crabs. They're not all like this. But there are enough that it's rather normal.
[Animal people, that is. It's just proof that anyone could dance, if they wanted to. She goes on quickly:]
They make the story more interesting, don't you think?
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Yes. Yes it does. It most absolutely does. [He gives her a strange little look over - she's not hiding any ears or tail herself anywhere on her, is she?] If life worked by what would make it interesting, wouldn't that be neat!
[Not that he has call to complain about that, really, what with being in a city in a bubble under the sea with trolls and aliens and ballet.]
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She listens to him laugh for a moment, before laughing a bit herself. It's contagious, of course, though she doesn't necessarily understand the humor in what she's said.
She has to nod, though.]
That's the nice thing about fairy tales. They're sure to be interesting to someone.
[Be it the audience they were written for, or others that it may have captivated along the way. That's all she wanted: a suitable and interesting ending, for her and her prince.
Princess Tutu truly had no place.]
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Aw, real life can be pretty interesting, too! [His certainly has been, but then he's no example and he knows it. Still, he's encouraged by her laughter, and he goes on.]
It does happen sometimes. Miracles, heroes, true love, the whole deal!
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...Because it does. It just hasn't happened to her yet; but she's working on it.]
Perhaps I'll find out for myself someday.