Fragments of Melodies

One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

MUSIC: Trauma Team soundtrack - The Dead Shall Speak (Forensics)

At first, Elara goes silent, staring at Akira flabbergasted.

His father didn’t care for him? How could that even be possible, that a father wouldn’t care for his own child? My own father thought I was the apple of his eye, both of my parents did, really. What kind of person must Akira’s father have been?

Elara stands there in blank incomprehension for a minute, remember all of her own pleasant memories with her family.

And why would Akira’s mother want to forget he and his father existed? My own mother thought we were precious to her before she was murdered. I am sure that she is saddened that she could not raise me past my childhood. Why would Akira’s mother want to forget all about him? What kind of person is she?

Elara suddenly realizes she is probably being rude by not answering for so long, so she nods.

"Yes, I would like to write a letter to my father," Elara admits, "but I am having trouble thinking of what to say. My own father lost his wife to a murder, and now he has lost his daughter to being murdered as well. What do you think, Akira? Do you have any advice for me as to what I should write?"

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Akira definitely was a bit of an airhead, but there was one thing he was fairly good at: expressions and body language. He could tell that Elara was shocked by what he said, and he felt somewhat bad for opening up the information. She must have had such loving parents to be able to be so confused at the idea of parents neglecting their child. However instead of apologizing again, he brushed his thoughts to the side.

But then the topic of murder came up, and then Elara just became ten thousand times more tragic in his eyes. Holy shit. Her father was going to be broken at the news. That wasn't okay. Not okay at all. So this time, it was Akira's time to grow silent. Think before you speak.

"... Hrm ..." Akira mused silently. What could you possibly say? "Maybe... just bring up happy stuff! Something like, 'I died to save the lives of many' and 'I'm happy I can at least talk to ya one more time' or maybe... uh... 'Please try your best to not let my death sadden you, but instead push ya forward in life'... 'I made so many friends here, ya would be proud'... "

The electronic sap chuckled and rubbed his arm.

"Somethin' like that, maybe? Plus more personal stuff ya know he'd like to hear... Did that help?"

One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

MUSIC: Trauma Team soundtrack - The Dead Shall Speak (Forensics)

Elara nods, smiling.

"Yes, Akira-sama, I do indeed have some good memories of the snow station," Elara replies. "I have made friends here. You, Spirited and Determined Makoto Inaba-sama, Anezaki-sama…I thought Mai-sama was my friend, but you know how that went.”

Here Elara furrows her brow briefly in distaste.

"Well, another good memory, if you’ll permit a jest from me, is that we caught a criminal so she couldn’t continue to harm others,” Elara observes. “I do not know what that person was thinking. I even told her I appreciated her classical music.”

Then Elara’s face twists into an expression that would seem like righteous anger, if Elara were a more emotional person, that is. As it is, her expression seems more like disappointment.

"I did appreciate learning about everyone else’s talents, that is a good memory. It will be a good discussion topic with my father, for I am sure my father will be picking me up after we arrive at our destination…"

Then Elara’s expression saddens as, in the middle of talking, she suddenly remembers that she’s dead, and thus will probably never get to speak to her father again.

So she changes the subject.

"Do you have family members waiting to pick you up, Akira-sama?"

Akira couldn't help but grin at that last sentence.

"I couldn't agree with ya more... I honestly don't understand why I was brought there, bein' that I'm not exactly an 'old' talent. But, it kinda hurts to think she felt so much distaste for me, yanno...?" he sadly chuckled. "We played the piano together. We're both musicians. Weird how some people's minds work, I guess."

Then, the musician's heart fell into his stomach. He felt so much sympathy for Elara in that second. She couldn't go home, and the first thing she thought of was her father. Did she briefly forget? Akira remained silent despite her question, but broke said silence within a few short seconds.

"... I dunno, to be honest with ya." Akira admitted, looking down at his hands. "My dad never really cared enough to bother with me, and my mom moved to the other side of Japan to try and forget he and I even existed. I honestly wonder if he even noticed I went missin'... So hopefully one of them suddenly cares enough to see me when I get back, ahaha! Maybe I'll have a fan or two there for me..."

Realizing how negative he was being, Akira shook his head and looked back at Elara.

"Whoops, sorry 'bout that! Didn't mean to dump a buncha emotional baggage on you Ela-chan." he quickly apologized. "Say... Maybe I could bring something back for ya dad? I'm sure we have some kinda paper around here. Ya can write a letter and I can deliver it! Only if ya want, I mean."

#ic #elara #endgame #astral

One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

MUSIC: Trauma Team soundtrack - The Dead Shall Speak (Forensics)

"The other end of the transmission center was cold and dark, and my surroundings were like I were in an underground cavern somewhere," Elara replies. "I also did not immediately wake up with memories of how I had come to be there, so I could not remember who my murderer was until I woke up as a hologram here, and could only vaguely remember the method by which I had been murdered."

Unfortunately, Elara sometimes does not always notice what is in front of her when she is concentrating hard on a topic, and thus unfortunately she fails to pick up on the hint that Akira could not hear her humming her song.

"What about you, Akira-sama?" Elara asks. "Is there anything you would like to discuss? No matter what it is, I am here to listen."

Akira carefully took note of what Elara had to say, and nodded slowly.

"Ah, okay! Ya don't have to talk about ya murder or nothin', just in case the topic kinda veered over in that direction. I don't think I'd wanna know who it was either, cause I don't wanna think of them as a murderer now that this whole terrible thing is sorta over...! I'm kinda disappointed I didn't get to pray for ya at the shrine we built... I wonder if its gonna stay there forever in the snow!"

At her question, the musician couldn't help but crack a tiny smile. Another person who was willing to listen... if there was one positive thing he got out of this entire experience, it was that people were willing to listen to him. A nice change.

"Gosh... not really! Nothin' I can think of! I'm just curious about whats gonna happen with you guys once we get picked up, yanno? That and what the world outside looks like... can ya believe there were cameras in there the whole time? That makes me kinda uncomfortable, ahaha. Do ya have any good memories of the snow station, Ela-chan?" he rambled on.

#ic #astral #elara #endgame

One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

MUSIC: Trauma Team soundtrack - The Dead Shall Speak (Forensics)

"Something mysterious, as though telling of possible secrets to uncover in outer space if one looks," Elara replies thoughtfully, stroking her chin. "But, space can also be cold and lonely to others, so perhaps with a slight melancholy touch? But, also with some brightness to the music, like eager children, constantly exploring their world, constantly exploring the universe that they are a part of, for we are stardust, as is the universe."

Elara keeps thinking.

"Hmm, what else…" then Elara shrugs. "Something that suggests to your listeners that there is always meaning we can give the universe. I apologize for being vague in my descriptions, but my parents did not frequently have electronic music around the house, so I cannot advise your SHSL talent in the detail that a wonderful person like you deserves. I apologize, Akira-sama."

Then Elara bows again, this time in apology…and then suddenly thinks of something.

"I really only remember hearing one musical track that might fit me, and it’s this one,” Elara continues, briefly humming the music track “Trickster” from the visual novel Remember11. “So, if you composed a song to represent me, perhaps a song such as that? I hope I have been helpful.”

Akira watched and tried to pick up every word that came out of Elara's mouth. The descriptions she gave were beautiful, and very much something he could see Elara being described as. When she bowed in apology, Akira shook his hands in front of him.

"W-Woah, no need to be apologizin', Ela-chan! It's all good. I liked those descriptions. I could definitely come up with somethin' that'll fit ya with that sort of tune. If as a hologram ya somehow have a way to access the internet or somethin', ya can expect to hear it in a few months." he beamed.

As she tried to hum the song however, Akira's smile slowly drooped. It briefly became a sad memory of a smile that once was. Before this ordeal, that hum would have been perfectly audible. Now there was only faint noise.

"Ah, that helped too!~" he replied with a somewhat strained smile. "Thank you Ela-chan. Is there anythin' you wanna talk about? Like what the other end of the transmission center was like?"

#ic #astral #elara #endgame

One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

Elara’s hologram temporarily looks away from Makoto and Johannes and looks over at Akira.

Akira’s happiness is contagious, and soon Elara smiles back.

Yes, she remembers Akira, and she turns to Akira and bows to him, bowing low enough for her head to touch the floor…or rather, it would be touching the floor if her head were tangible and not a hologram.

"It is good to see you are alive, Akira-sama," Elara says. "I am pleased you were not murdered. Unfortunately, I am deceased, and thus cannot be as pleased as you are that I will never have to go through hell again, for I will not be able to achieve good things as a hologram either. But, you, at least, can still achieve your dreams, even if I can no longer achieve mine. Thus, please tell me, what do you plan to do now that you are free from the mutual killing game? In what direction do you plan to take your electronic music, and what do you plan to do with said music?"

Here, Elara smiles.

"Please tell me as much as you want, I have plenty of time."

Crap. Elara was dead, wasn't she? He just ran up to a hologram. And cheered about how happy he was that they were still living. Nice one, Akira. Nice. At least she didn't seem too offended... He sheepishly smiled.

"Eheheh... Sorry Ela-chan." he chuckled. "These holograms are pretty damn realistic. I kinda let myself get carried away."

The musician took a deep breath, sighing and looking at Elara as she spoke. The future, huh...?

"Well... Honestly, I don't know. I don't even know if Japan is actually still standin'. 'Specially with things like this bein' broadcasted every where..." He frowned briefly before returning to a smile. "But yanno, if the world isn't a total wreck, I think I wanna make songs based on everyone here. Call the album 'Tountra' or 'Icecapades' or somethin'. This whole ordeal was... well... kinda traumatizin' honestly. So I think creatin' songs about everyone will help me cope a lil' bit! Since I'm talkin' with ya about it... what kinda song do ya picture yaself bein'? Like, would it be slow paced and in a high key? Or somethin' else?"

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One More Time || Akira || Endgame Reaction || Open

Akira barely had time to react to the entire trial. Everything was moving too fast. He didn’t even have the energy to defend himself when Sachiko made the snide remark. He was just disappointed in the reasoning. The people who became his friends had died. A few of them at least remained standing around him, but the body count outweighed this. The only thing he could react to was the mention of cameras watching the entire time, to which he nervously side-glanced Atohi.

Then it was all a blurr, those last few minutes. The yelling, the rush to get onto the skii lift. Everything. The stress of the situation caused his ears to ring and his eyes to water. He should be happy! He was going home! But… going home to what, exactly?

Certainly there wasn’t a normal life outside this ice center. Especially if the world could watch something as grotesque as this. Was his mom alright? Would everything be okay? The questions weighed on his mind as he stared out the helicopter and into the snow…

Then came Istioploia. The room was warm and inviting, and seeing everyone happily talking again… well, it definitely lightened his spirits. He had to cherish this moment, for who knows how long hope would last again after this time.

So he ran up to the first person he saw, and beamed a huge smile. Stranger or not, he was going to toss his happiness everywhere.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Dude, we made it! We’re alive!! I’m so friggen’ happy right now you wouldn’t even believe!" he practically bounced. "God, that whole thing was hell… Never wanna go through that again…"

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Everything That Makes Me Whole | Choko | Re: Endgame | ATTN: Akira

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Lords save them both, they managed to find each other before involving half of the ship and Akira having to check the kitchen cabinets. Choko takes way less loading time than Akira does, though, practically squishing Monomi in her grip as she beams up at the electronic musician.

"Aki-kun!"

She is definitely okay with getting picked up and swung around, and it shows in the peal of laughter she gives, legs swinging in the air. When he finally does put her down, it is only long enough before she beams up at him, rubbing at her face with one hand.

"Aki-kun… I’m so happy I found you! I’m happy I’m here!"

She nearly sobs, her voice catching at the last second. However, there is a bit of sadness.

Akira didn't even care that he was squishing Monomi in the process of squeezing Choko. He was just... so happy! He thought he would never be able to see her again... Even as a hologram, it was more than he ever expected. And it was still her.

Eventually he set her down and beamed his usual dorky smile at her.

"I'm so happy you're here too...!" he replied, noticing the hint of sadness and slowly feeling his smile mellow out.

He looked at her, held the hand free of Monomi, and just took in the moment. She looked so real... how could they be holograms...

"... Cho-chan... are ya feelin' oki doke? Is this whole... hologram thinger weird feelin'?" he asked, keeping a hold on the somewhat tangible hand.

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Everything That Makes Me Whole | Choko | Re: Endgame | ATTN: Akira

Choko finds herself staring blanking at the Perasmata Monomi, scratching her head slightly. Still dressed in that all too familiar blue dress that she’s worn through absolutely everything - she doesn’t seem to think much of the little rabbit girls giggles and everything else. So instead she stares at the ‘system master’.

"I do—" Monobear interruption.

Heeeey, that bot looks familiar. Choko stares at him as he forcefully disconnects Monomi, choko shaking her head. However, at the suggestion they go somewhere else - yup, Choko’s all for that. Please get her out of this weird ass Perasmata place. Please. Even if it’s with all the dead kids all over again, which she suspects it won’t, she’s all for it.

Some time later…

There’s a loud thunk from one of the larger bottom kitchen cabinets on the pretty ship they’re all in. Another thump, a curse, and then Choko falls out of the cabinet, landing face first onto the floor.

"Really? I mean, uploaded data and all, but did you upload ‘worst possible places to spawn into’, like this was some sort of MMORPG?" She asks of the tile floor.

Finally she makes her way to her feet, before marching, somewhat unsteadily, into the nearest hallway. Spotting Monomi, Choko doesn’t think twice before she picks up the rabbit girl. Sorry, Monomi, you’re getting Choko-napped. Plus Choko seems to need hugs.

"Okay, okay, where— they’ve got to be around here, somewhere." She says, before making a sharp turn, and promptly running into someone.