1st Solo [video]

[whithersoevergo]

[In the darkness, a hunched figure appears near the fountain and the sound of a cello echoes over the network. The playing is precise and haunting, executed flawlessly until a single note is missed, then two, then there’s the sound of the bow being dropped and a scrape as the chair falls backward and the tall figure unfolds upwards, finally realizing that he's not where he was when he started the song.]

Saya?

[He looks around, movements as measured and precise as the music as the cello is packed away hastily. The figure stands again, turning, a pale, concerned face finally coming into view.]

SAYA! ANSWER ME! …Saya?

[He starts off in a direction, intent on something. Someone should stop probably him.]


[ooc: Pretend this is happening tonight, and just posted now because it's easier, okay?]

Comments

1/?

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[Saya is forever intrigued by the sounds of music over the network. A cello in particular is guaranteed to draw her out.

She's just listening, cheek rested on a hand and head tilted. At least until the music ends.]

2/?

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[... Oh.

Oh! Now she's scrambling to pick up her device, to get a good look at whoever this is because it can't be right. Or... it can be. It could be. She had seen Diva, hadn't she? And Solomon had said Haji was here before.

And besides, who else would call her by name? It certainly wasn't Solomon so that only left one option.]

3/3

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

Haji?

[There's the fountain in the background, just like it is with most arrivals. Saya's already pawing in the darkness for a coat, barely remembering that maybe running out in her pajamas isn't the best idea ever.]

Just... just wait a moment, I'm-- woah!

[THUD. This is what happens when you try to pull off things and put on others all at the same time.]

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[His head turns slightly at the sound of that familiar voice. Where is it coming from?]

Saya? ...where are you?

[He stops, the cello case on his shoulder and facing away from his undiscovered device. Had that been a thud?]

Are you well?

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

I'm over... oh! Have you not noticed the device yet? Um, there should be a little thing, maybe near the fountain. That's where I found mine. You've got your back to it right now.

[Then she laughs sheepishly.]

Ah, I'm fine. I just... aha, I tripped.

[In the meantime she's managed to shrug out of pajamas, briefly disappearing off screen and eventually returning dressed. The background of her video is a rather nice looking bedroom with a horde of stuffed animals dotting the bed.]

I know where you are, I'll be there in a moment.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He turns slowly, looking for... whatever it is he's looking for.]

This is very... strange.

[But finally he notices the strange glow and with his human hand, reaches for it, turning it over a few times before returning the screen to his face. He's never really been one for technology, but it looks... simple enough?]

Where are you? You are supposed to be resting.

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

I'm not tired though. Really.

[It's her first automatic response. Even with the time that's past, part of her is far too used to Haji's chiding her to not reply on autopilot. Same excuse, different day.]

It is, until you get used to it at least. I can try to explain it to you more later, though maybe--

[She pauses on that word, leaving out the front door of the apartment. If Solomon is around, he can likely hear her leave.
How to explain this next part...]

At the moment, I'm leaving home. Or, well, my home here.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He thinks about all that as he watches in the screen. None of it makes sense, but if Saya says she can explain... then Saya can explain. Except for one question.]

I don't recognize that door, has David moved you?

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

Oh no, this isn't anything to do with David.

[It just now occurs to her that she should probably be privating this conversation. Solomon seemed to want to keep some things more secretive and though she slipped up now and then, Saya tried hard to be respectful of that.

She decides, for the moment, to skirt the topic of who she lives with, David and Red Shield. Instead, she asks a return question, both for information and to throw the conversation in another direction until she reached the man.]

Haji, what is the last thing you remember?

1/?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

2/3

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

....

3/3

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... back again? I'd say that you are persistent... but then, I'd be surprised if this had anything to do with your having sought her out.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[Whatever movement Haji was making stops at the sound of Solomon's voice. How was he still alive?]

Solomon?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[What else was there to say? Saya would be the one he'd need to speak with later... once they'd sorted out what would become of her Chevalier.

With that brief moment of denial, Solomon lets out a soft audible sigh. He knew exactly what was going to happen, and that was that the penthouse was likely to get just a little bit more crowded for the time being.]

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

You... are here as well?

[Well, obviously, but he isn't quite sure what to make of this.]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I would think that'd be readily apparent from the sound of my voice...

[Solomon's version of being a bit irritated. He'd been enjoying his 'alone time' with Saya and rather disliked the idea of someone else from home arriving and being in need of housing.

Still, he wasn't known for being anything but amiable, and it's fairly easy to recover from such feelings. At least outwardly.]

But yes, I'm here as well. I take it that Saya will be coming to get you...

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

She is.

[He can't care less if Solomon is irritated, he's not here to make Solomon's life better. But since Saya's here and Solomon's not dead, apparently there has been some kind of arrangement made.]

Is she... well? She seems anxious.

[unweighty.livejournal.com]

So very many men looking for their women lately.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He pauses. Another voice? He almost doesn't reply, the device in his hand is still strange to him, but he figures Saya would like him to be polite at least.]

Have there been kidnappings here?

[unweighty.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, not at all. None that I'm aware of, at the very least. A thing like that- it'd be all over the network. Crying boys and frightened girls - no. We've just got a few new citizens who know how to court, I suppose.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[Network. Citizens. What is this place?]

I... see. This is an emergency network of some sort?

[unweighty.livejournal.com]

If you use this only during emergencies, you'll find yourself lost quite quickly. A lifeline, you could say. The only thread connecting you to the faceless other prisoners who've found their way here.

--a social tool. I'd use it very often.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He has to think about this for a long time, because while he's familiar with the idea of computers and cell phones, he's never had use for them.]

Like an open telephone line?

[unweighty.livejournal.com]

Bingo.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

With video transmission. Via satellite?

[He's heard a great deal about satellite transmissions as they have been preparing to block Diva's concert. How is he going to get back for that? How is he going to get Saya back for that?]