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#songsofthe ; ind. priv. sel. eternal diva multimuse from the professor layton franchise. penned by nova. they/them. gmt+5. 21. 18+ only. entire series spoilers inbound.

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cosmic-ranger

Really really stupid video idea I had that I had to put out into the world bc I've been giggling over it for a full minute now.

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dealpartner

IN ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCE, HER vague shrug would spark irritation. Uncertain responses hanging in the air aggravate Battat. Embrace the unknown? Hell no, it bites! Advantage over the enemy is how it managed this far. Not reaching for the truth is as good as dying. As in, it’s not good at all. Some people can afford not caring, but Battat isn’t a person to most. That’s probably why the strange and esoteric show up at its doorstep. Or, in this case, is why it’s invited to a doorstep.

BATTAT ADDS HER RESPONSE TO a mental page dedicated to her: Polite? Ghost. Were she a bother, they undoubtedly would be irritated. As it stands, she’s nice, curious, and talkative in a companionable sense. If she’s a spy, she’s the most well-mannered one they encountered. Still, propriety is not an excuse to let their guard down, thus the mental documentation is necessary.

HE BRIEFLY ENTERTAINS THE THOUGHT she’s a bystander. Does she readily follow him into darkness because it’s familiar to her, or does her spectral form provide protection? Does she have abilities to protect her from conventional-and-not harm? Battat scans the room for points of interest, but his inquisitive gaze is mostly on her. He really doesn’t know what she is; the unexplainable tends to overlap. Putting the unknown in boxes and categories often bit him in the arse, so he’s reluctant to call her a “ghost” and move on. After all, what makes a ghost? That’s a question worthy of his irrational rage.

ON INSTINCT, BATTAT BRACES FOR an attack when she turns. It doesn’t feel silly for being prepared, but it does berate its instincts for taking over. It’s not sure if shining a light in her eyes would blind her like a human, but it decides not to chance that and lowers the flashlight. Polite Ghost has a peculiar way of speaking. She’s intelligent, perhaps formally educated, and articulate. The kind of ghost to haunt these walls. However, Battat saw her outside, and her curiosity seems genuine.

“That’s a sound opinion.” Battat says matter-of-factly, flicking their flashlight towards the many choices available to them: the right double doors, the left double doors further in the foyer, and the dual staircase leading upstairs. The staircases connect at the middle, creating an overhanging balcony parallel with the entrance. From where they stand, there’s two separate paths the staircases lead.

BOTTOM FLOOR FIRST, HUG THE left wall. Battat moves, pointing his flashlight down to see any disturbed dust. He reaches for the door handle, stops, then bunches his hand in his poncho to avoid direct contact. Just in case. He turns the handle and slowly walks in. “So . . . what should I call you?” Battat asks hesitantly, glancing at her before surveying the room.

songsofthe

The lack of a proper response to her question spoke louder than any other words Battat could've spoken. So there was nothing in particular that it was looking for... well, outside of signs of activity. Even then, that alone was somewhat vague. That could be just about anything. She didn't doubt that there had been some wild animals that had or was calling this building home; did that count? Maybe they would come across something like a cat... but that would probably frighten both the cat and Battat. Now that she's putting it into words in her head, maybe finding anything else in here would be bad. One of them was still mortal, and interactions with another somewhere so stingy was a no go. That seemed right to her. The spectre watched Battat's overprotective demeanor take full charge. She thought as though he was, quite literally, hugging the wall with how close he kept himself to it. Silly. Melina had to make sure she didn't outwardly giggle seeing the extra steps he was taking to not make direct contact with the door. What would happen if he needed to hold something close to him? Would he ask her to hold it for him? That would be less than silly, but this was Battat's rodeo, not hers. She could always simply leave... though doing so would take away the mystery. Not only that, it would be rude. One of those outweighed the other greatly. Melina walked through the wall as they entered the room. Well, at least this room seemed interesting. It was a study of some kind, with books stuffed into the shelves against the wall. She walked towards one and plucked it off the shelf, opening it up. She read about the intricacies of electricity and closed the book, putting it back where it belonged. The spectre then began to look around the room, looking everywhere but the desk in the center. She was leaving it specifically for Battat, as she assumed they would have a field day looking for information through its drawers. For now, she stopped at a pin board with some academic flyers on them. Melina rubbed her chin with her hand.

"I'm beginning to conclude that, whoever owned this place, was some sort of scholar. It makes sense as to why this manor is so big, and why everything in this study is here at all. Maybe the existence of the study in the first place says more than we realize." Not that it was a definite truth that the past owner was involved with academia, of course, but it was the theory Melina was going with at the moment. Or maybe this individual simply liked having things that made them feel smarter. "Hm?" The spectre turned towards Battat when it asked for her name. Her eyes widened at the realization that, yes, she hadn't told it yet! "Oh, I..." She trailed off, trying to piece together how she wanted to answer this. The simple answer was Melina, but she's also the Queen of Ambrosia -- something she's become more aware of the more years pass. Not that Ambrosia, or anything having to do with the Azran, meant something to Battat. Unless it did, but then they would be having an entirely different conversation. She didn't want to sideline Battat in what it was already doing, so she kept that part quiet. "It's Melina. My name is Melina." The spectre nodded her head in an affirming manner. "And may I have your name, too? I... can't read minds or anything to find out, if that was a concern."

#dealpartner #)) ic ~ melina #)) v ~ the spectre

dealpartner

WHAT AN INTERESTING TONE FOR her inquiry. “Mhm,” Gerson affirms with a firm nod. “Don’t know ya.” He watches her play with her hair and observes the change in expression with no judgement. Sensing she’s about to talk, he turns more towards her. Gerson settles one hand on his cane and the other on his thigh.

HE’S NOT OFFENDED BY HER words. Gerson indeed understands what she means, and says nothing as she trails off. He tilts his head slightly, subtly encouraging her to continue speaking. It doesn’t escape his notice that she looks at the headstones—it’s rather obvious. He wonders how intentional the action was, if she was trying to communicate a difficult concept to speak or subconsciously acting. Both aren’t out of the question.

“I appreciate ya sharing that with me, ma’am.” For someone trying to remove herself, she explained her woe readily. Not in detail, but nonetheless unprompted. There’s no judgement in his expression, but there is sympathy. “A lot” is interpreted sadly, and Gerson understands loss. “Lucky for you,” He speaks with a little more energy, a little more warmth, as not to linger in what she wanted to escape. “Nothin’ happens in Hometown, ‘cept for the festival in’a couple weeks.”

“Preparations for that started, but it’s just decorations. West side of town’s gonna be closed off prob’ly in a week. Even that doesn’t bring much tourist interaction, should you still be here for that.” Gerson turns away from her and shifts in his seat, settling against the bench with a content sigh. “Hometown’ll be yer place away from home as long as you need.”

songsofthe

Gerson already seemed the type to pick up on more things than he gave off. Janice noticed the way his face moved whenever her conversation shifted, alongside the look he gave when she looked over to the headstones. Did that give herself away? He wasn't asking about it, but she most likely did. The opera singer felt as though she would need to leave should he speak on it, but he didn't. Whatever he did and didn't see was something he understood couldn't be talked about. That made her feel more comfortable. In fact, his approach was more comforting than she realized. Like he'd taken a weight off her shoulders that most would continue to add onto over time. Janice very much appreciated the non-prying mind of Gerson Boom. A lot of older folks she had come across have tried digging into her for answers, the younger ones even more so. Did they all disrespect the need for privacy? The intricacies of what she was thinking, feeling, and overall going through was nobody's business but her own. Gerson understood this already, and did not press. And now, a part of her almost wanted to spill everything out to him. She would never dare to, but the irony of the feeling was almost funny. The opera singer appreciated being told more about the town. A place with next to nothing going on... she could've pieced that together herself, but she didn't take into consideration some local festivities that might bring people in. The idea of more people being in this secluded town made her feel tense, but not enough to make her feel ill. Gerson told her that not many people came here even during those times, and he didn't seem the type to lie. But old men had the tendency to lie. Janice had to hope Gerson was not like other old men.

"A festival sounds... well, its frightening, but also exciting. I can hardly remember the last one I've been to. I've been so busy that I haven't found the time. I'm glad that, for now at least, I have that time." Gerson said that the festival would be in a few weeks, but the town already beginning to close at least a week before made her curious. It had to be some celebration if preparations needed to begin so early. Maybe that had to do with Hometown not having many residents. There weren't no large groups of people putting together big pieces in a short amount of time. That was something she was used to with her stage work. Here, she lacked a stage, and she was more than happy with that. Who would take the pedestal instead? ... It seemed as though Janice still had plenty of faces to meet. Was someone else here in the musical arts as well? Oh, on the other hand, maybe she didn't want that. That might increase the chances of being known, and she could not be known. "I think you've sparked an interest in me, sir. I think I want to stay around for that long. I can't help but wonder what this local custom is about, though. Is there a specific theme, or... or something being celebrated? I'm awfully willing to learn!" If Janice was going to be staying around longer, it probably did some good to learn more about it outside of it being a remote town. Hopefully some of Professor Layton's anthropological lessons would come in handy to acquaintance herself to Hometown as best as she could.

#dealpartner #)) ic ~ janice #)) v.j ~ the crossover #janice no hes not #janice #janice.

azranmartyr

The emissary was well-aware of her standing amongst both the Azran and the other golems. Both had a tendency to look at her differently. She didn't quite fit into either category perfectly... there was always something preventing her from being seen as one or the other. Part of her wonders what that must be like. Many have mistaken her for being human until they realise what she is, and many golems have tried communicating with her until they also realise who she is.

She wasn't fully trusted by either side. Her restrictions only eased said distrust slightly.

Yet even now, she was finding workarounds. Had she tried to speak out of turn mere months ago, she'd have found little success. But to admit such faults would be to seal her fate as yet another failure. These facts were ones that she chose to keep to herself, murmuring to herself about the risks any time she had a moment alone. Technology was always evolving and she was a part of that. But she wasn't made to evolve. She was made for one singular purpose. One she wasn't supposed to grow out of.

It was almost eerie how quick Aurora was to fall back into silence. Even after reassurances, she had thought it easier to not engage with the current topic unless specifically asked of her. And she never walked beside the queen either. Always slightly behind. But never slightly in front. It would be a sign of disrespect, a disregard for the role of the one beside her. One that outranked her own.

She was in her own thoughts again when she felt contact on her shoulder, it raising slightly in return as her head turned to look at the other.

" Special... requests? " She asked like those words were foreign to her. They were not. But it was the first she had heard the two of them combined in a saying like that. Logically, she easily deduced the meaning behind them. Her programming had already come up with a predetermined answer to give, to politely decline on the basis that special requests should not be given to her. However... " ...Such as? "

It wasn't a direct answer. That was her workaround. Interest being shown in a topic did not trigger abrupt interruptions to her thoughts or speech like what an acceptance would have done. They had taken into account that to accomplish her role, she would need to show apparent interest in words being spoken to her. They simply hadn't accounted for that interest to be genuine.

So now she was staring. Waiting. Like a child waiting for their guardian to guide them. One could make the argument that that was what she was on a glorified scale.

songsofthe

The Queen wasn't surprised by Aurora's strange behavior. It was likely that she was oftentimes considered as strange and nothing else besides that. She worried that she considered herself as such, even if it was hard not to. She didn't know what everyone had told her, but she knew the general air of the regions of the empire that were not her own. They were... fine, and that was the best way to describe it. However, that was likely due to her own bias and attachment to her own kingdom. Ambrosia was unlike the rest, and it had to be. For now, nothing else stopped it from being so. She had little doubt that Aurora's involvement here would change that in any way. It was one of a few reasons why her brows furrowed when Aurora trailed behind her. She was most lightly taught mannerisms involved with a hierarchy, but if one asked the Queen, she would say that she had just about the same right to stand next to her as she did with Aurora. Strange they called the girl, but special was what she considered her. Important. It likely fell under similar pretenses to those that created her for her appointed purpose, but the Queen's opinion didn't differ regardless of this. Besides, this was a Golem unlike the rest. Or had the structural placement of Golems been taught to her, too? Was it learning, or was it programming? ... The Queen really did not like that line of thought and would throw it into the ocean if physically tangible. Aurora's question made the Queen of Ambrosia feel uncertain, too. Another attempt to not overstep? She was doing a very good job at being so careful around her, despite it not being needed. Oh, she really was beginning to worry about how she was treated elsewhere. Although Aurora was here for almost diplomatic reasons, that didn't mean it had to be business and nothing else. If Aurora was going to get any sort of time to breathe, it best be in Ambrosia, salty winds and all.

"To give an example, if you wished to walk alongside Ambrosia's seashore, I don't see why you couldn't. Another example, if there's anything you wish to know personally, you needn't hesitate to ask. You practically have free reign here, my dear." Both the Queen and Aurora kept walking until they reached the end of the hallway. Here there were large, open windows that showed the rest of the Ambrosia Kingdom for her viewing pleasure. The Queen of this kingdom gestured with her hand the small balcony with a pearl-colored railing to hold on to. "Go on, give it a look." Ambrosia was nothing less than beautiful. With the ocean off in the distance circling around the vast and wide region of the kingdom, the buildings within its range were made out of white stone and shells. There was an overall oceanic feeling to the kingdom and was reflected in all of its buildings, clothing, and colors. What a wonderful place the inhabitants of the kingdom had to live in... It was the perfect getaway experience, one that the Queen wanted Aurora to be allowed to experience until she had to return back to the mainlands of the Azran empire. It upset her that it would have to be so soon, as there was always something new to do with every new visit, but it couldn't be helped. She couldn't defy those above her; maybe that was made the two of them alike. She didn't quite like that thought, either. Not for her sake, but for Aurora's. "Well now, should we head out? The wonders of Ambrosia should be enjoyed, not observed by the wayside."

#azranmartyr #)) ic ~ melina #)) v ~ the eternal

marichive

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giggle... hi loo...

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

these old men need to be sad and get freaky with each other .. who said that?

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

*looks at our hundred ships* uh. no. /silly

they're not the healthiest couple in the world but they're far from toxic. they're just traumatized people and that will ultimately seep into their relationship. not that they can't overcome that though and some other... barriers in which we've already discussed (jail)

i put grumpy and sunshine here because i feel like the two of them could intermingle with the two moods. such is life of being two older men.

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

i don't mind hopping around in different points of their relationship so long as we plot (which we do/did anyways already so)

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

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supersources

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geisterwelt

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poohsources

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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

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watched movie. added muses. they don't have verses or bios yet but they're there. go my eternal divas.

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notmorbid

the mesmerist.

dialogue prompts from the mesmerist by caroline woods.

there's a bed for you if you need it, friend.

choose a name to hide behind, if you need.

don't let them get your goat.

turn around, now. let's get you out of this dress.

i've never been able to abide a loaded silence.

who did this to you?

you just wait and speak when you're ready, or not at all. makes no difference to me.

now, show me this trouble you speak of.

lumberjacks make the best lovers.

should i call on you next week?

i do enjoy a good mystery.

the wealthy are curious people.

you're wound awfully tight.

can't recall i've heard you speak before.

is it true? what they say about you?

what a funny little reunion this is.

everyone was laughing at me.

it's no sin to defraud a fraudster.

is there anyone waiting up for you? there should be.

lies can be necessary, to protect the vulnerable.

whatever you need, please let me know.

if you wouldn't mind, i'd like some privacy.

who are you, really?

i'm so glad we can speak frankly with each other now.

we all protect our hearts somehow.

no blood spilt before morning coffee: that's the rule.

this is no place for a _____ like you.

it's happened before, has it?

tell me something you've never told anyone.

you know i don't like horror tales.

i felt needed. appreciated. special.

______ is no good. trust me.

what did _____ do to you?

you're a sight for sore eyes.

how'd you know where to find me?

you had me followed?

you're right, i'm nothing without you. but i'm less than nothing, with you.

you taught me everything i know.

are you sure there isn't something you're not telling me?

deep down, i still feel like a bad child.

it's not your fault you didn't see it coming.

it's from shakespeare. i don't recall the play.

it's hard to be a woman alone.

you be strong.

who would have believed me?

look at you. you've been through a trial.

are you sure you don't want me to take you home?

you've been crying.

i didn't mean to cause everyone such trouble.

that must weigh heavily on you.

you're more vicious than i gave you credit for.

you aren't cruel. only weak.

it probably isn't even loaded.

you don't even know my real name.

i never agreed to be on the record.

you left without saying goodbye.

every day this city grows more and more wicked, and i can do nothing about it.

one person can wield a great deal of influence on the lives of others, often with little effort.

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azranmartyr

@songsofthe inquired ; “You might want to keep your voice down.”

She hadn't even realised she had begun to vocalise her own thoughts. When had she started doing that as a whole? Golems had been known for keeping their inner thoughts quiet at the best of times... and yet here she was, speaking them aloud like a human would. Her back had been turned towards the entrance ever since she brought herself here, admiring her surroundings as she turmoiled with herself.

This place was calm. Much calmer than her confinement more in-land. The conflicts at hand had yet to touch this space. She felt... something off about bringing those conflicts to light here. This wasn't the place for it. For her. Her vocalisations had been reasoning to halt this line of thinking, only to be pushed back by her own voice recalling her purpose. She was meant to think about this. To criticise. To worry about what could come next for the entire civilisation as a whole, including Ambrosia, should these smaller rebellions continue.

What had started as mere mumblings had grown in volume the more she found conflict with herself. A volume that seemed to have gotten the attention of the monarch.

Her speech didn't get much further when she registered the familiar voice, one she especially didn't want to have heard this. The emissary is quick to turn to meet the presence. " O'Grace. " The brief shock on her face vanishes, her stoic expression looking akin to one of shame. Her hands clasp together as she dips her back into a deep bow, internal systems not allowing her to meet the other's eyes without express permission. One she hadn't been granted yet in this encounter.

" Forgive me, my words disgrace the tranquility this kingdom has granted me. They should have remained unspoken. " To admit that they weren't meant to be spoken in the first place would make a more pressing issue regarding her highlighted. She ignores the parts of her telling her to admit it either way.

songsofthe

No one across the planet could deny that Ambrosia was one of the more reserved sanctions of the Azran's reach. It collaborated frequently with all other parts of the world, but that was true for all of them. In order to keep the collective whole, communication was a necessity. Still, Ambrosia's placement was far unlike most, with the kingdom being surrounded by nothing but the sea. The connections to the rest of the world were there, but they lacked in influence. For all intents and purposes, Ambrosia acted as one of, if not, the most independent of the Azran kingdoms. Little word was brought in and brought out of Ambrosia. Golems still resided and existed in the castaway society, but their numbers were lacking and thus, unfortunately, so was their influence and rebuttal against the authority residing in other parts of the empire. In fact, one would like to believe that they were, to quote some of Ambrosia's officials, better off here than elsewhere. Those words didn't deny the work put onto them; their identities continued to be stripped like the parts that built them. The Queen had her own, reserved feelings about the happenstance of the Golems. She was fully aware of the ongoing riots that had broken out across the empire, but until one were to happen here, she could not provide her people with guidance. She considered the Golems to be of the same people, but had yet to ensure a system that would otherwise condemn all of Ambrosia for allowing autonomy for the Golems, as their right. Her officials wouldn't agree with her; who knows what would happen if she were to rise with them. It was partly why she wished to have Aurora here. The Queen of Ambrosia wished to hear the words of a Golem who had access to all reaches of the world to give her opinions. Did it put both of them at risk? Yes, but things were kept in private, this risk would be well worth it. She didn't belittle Aurora when she, based on a structuralist definition, spoke out of turn. It was only a small gesture, until they found themselves out of earshot.

"There's nothing to fret with me, my dear." The Queen's voice was gentle and welcoming, but based on her own merit and not the merit of what was viewed a queen should sound like. This was simply how she was, and that, for now, could not be dictated. Her hands were pressed together elegantly in front of her as they walked down the main hallway of her castle. She turned her head behind her, blonde locks tussling to look back at a now-empty pathway. The Queen faced Aurora besides her again, and nodded slowly towards her. "In fact, I myself find relief that you do with my kingdom. With the tension brewing within the rest of our regions, the last thing you need is more distress." It must've impacted Aurora on a much different level than both the Azran and the Golems. She was stuck in the middle, a Golem created solely to be placed right in the middle. The Queen's expression deadpanned as she rose one of her hands to place itself gently on Aurora's shoulder; she did not look at her now. "Do you wish to make any special requests with your stay? My kingdom is not off limits to you."

#azranmartyr #)) ic ~ melina #)) v ~ the eternal

lunaoritur

@songsofthe // loosen up, quit being so serious all the time. from janice.

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS … [ REMASTERED ]

" ME ? SERIOUS ? ONLY when I need ta' be, kid. Dat's how adulthood works -- trust me, I like partyin' as much as da' next guy. "

songsofthe

Mm, did she get the wrong impression from Luna, then? The opera singer must've, given her nonchalant reply. Leave it to her to misinterpret someone's expression. Judge a book by its cover, some people would say. Or, a lot of people said, Janice reasoned. One of her hands tightened in awkwardness.

"My apologies, then. Though, you said you like parties? If I can assume again, you must go to a lot of them?" Janice had to consider how the two of them vastly differed in that regard. She looked off to the side and made a noise of contemplation before her gaze returned to Luna. "What are they like? I don't find myself attending many of them, so if you wouldn't mind sharing, I wouldn't mind listening!"

#lunaoritur #)) ic ~ janice #)) v.j ~ the crossover

dealpartner

@songsofthe continued

GERSON ENJOYS HEARING WHAT HIS students gossip about. The prioritizes change every year, but can be grouped in categories. What’s popular, who did what, something on the internet, a scandal, or a word with a silly definition he couldn’t wrap his head around. However, something truly unique spread across homeroom like wildfire. A human, an adult human, a pretty but sad woman. He cut the chatter quickly and continued class, but he was a mite curious himself.

AFTER CLASS, GERSON WENT TO his favorite place to sit: the graveyard bench. The fresh air and greenery clears his mind after a day of discussion. Something new and unique always pops in his head before he leaves, and he mulls it over no matter how silly. What are the chances he encounters the human adult he’s heard so much about? Well, no harm greeting her.

A BUSHY BROW RAISES AT her reaction. Gerson kept gentle, friendly smile as she stuttered her words and got over her shock. “Ohh . . . Well, my apologies, young’un.” He says not unkindly, scratching under his chin. A contemplative look settles over his features, and he leans into his cane. “But what I meant was, lots of folk here are talkin’ about ya. Nothing negative, no siree, but you may as well be the world’s eighth wonder to Hometown!” Gerson laughs, then shakes his head, smiling again.

“Y’see, we got a total of one human here. They’re quite young. Some of the younger monsters haven’t ever seen a human adult before, and chattered about ya during class.” Gerson adjusts his cap, then looks at the bench in the cemetery’s corner. “We ain’t a tourist destination, I’m sure you know. I hope you can forgive their curiosity. ‘Scuse me.” Gerson moves past her and heads towards the bench, but pauses. He turns towards her again. “I often go to this bench here just to think for a while. You’re welcome to join me.”

songsofthe

Janice Quatlane was known for many things. Her performances, her flexibility; her song and her dance. From what she'd heard from her agents and audience alike, she was well-renowned all over the world. Maybe there were white haired lies crafted to make her feel better about her efforts. It was also possible that they were brewed with nothing but malice in mind, to give her a false impression and act inappropriately with a perception that was far from the truth. It wasn't as though Janice could say or do anything that would cause harm, but it was a thought that filled her head anyways. There were still many things she had yet to unlearn. For the most part, the opera singer hadn't paid much mind to the differences surrounding the inhabitants of Hometown. Sure they were different, sure they weren't human (she hadn't ran into the one human Gerson spoke of), but that didn't mean they didn't deserve respect. In all honesty, she was glad to find herself not being as put off by it than she thought she would've upon her arrival. Did that mean that her worldview was shifting for the better? Or was it unfounded, given the particular interest of everyone in town? Gerson said they spoke nothing bad about her, but she didn't appreciate feeling as some sort of novelty. And for the wrong reason, too! When he mentioned he was a teacher, a look of surprise shined on Janice's face. This was something she would assume: he definitely seemed the type to be one. There was an air to him that was almost familiar, all the while different in its own right, too. The opera singer wondered what it was that Gerson taught to his students, but his departure towards the bench shut down that thought. It went entirely with his offer to her to sit with him. Now there was an uncertainty to her expression that had been unmatched the entire time they'd been speaking with each other. That, of course, being the span of three minutes. Still, Janice nodded to him and walked behind him, taking the empty spot on the bench beside him.

"So you really don't know who I am?" Despite the question being depressive in nature, her tone was rather melancholic and almost... relieved? That would be the right word, considering her worry over the residents of Hometown making a big deal over her presence. Well, they were, but no one besides Gerson had yet to approach her about it. He must be wondering why she came here of all places then. A hand rose to tug at her ginger locks. Now the expression on her face was an almost guilty one. "I'll be honest and say that was part of the reason why I came here. This not being a tourist destination, that is. I didn't want somewhere that was. I wanted to be somewhere far removed from the rest of the world. Not... not to insinuate this place is closed off or something to that extent, but..." Well, there was no real way of changing that statement even if she wanted to. That would mean she would have to speak the truth, or the truth she was made aware of. Regardless, Gerson would likely clock that for her anyways. Janice's head turned to look at the lineup of headstones next to them. Her expression deflated at it, and her eyes closed to no longer look at them. "A lot has happened as of late. I just needed to remove myself from it all." She shook her head and turned back to Gerson. "I hope that is somewhat understandable."

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