Sea of Freedom

THIS IS TENDOU MAYA. Afiliated with Isola Radiale. Background Image by @skn029 on Twitter

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allthat--glimmers‌:

“Ugh.  They only got my friend and I.  What a life…”  She shook her head, “Guess we’ll just have to make do.  So.  This isn’t a horde simulation, huh?”  Glimmer muttered to herself, tapping her finger against her lips.

“Oh wow!  You’re a performer!  That must be tough and strenuous!  I’m just your average princess.”  Oh.

Maya nods in agreement, “It’s good you have a friend you know, though. It’ll help, I think.” She was lucky to run in to and meet new people when she did. Joining a band was more of a life saver than she’d anticipated.

“It has its challenges, but I can’t imagine what I do is much harder than being royalty.”

Granted, most of Maya’s problems didn’t stem directly from the stage. “It’s a skill, and like anything, it just takes practice and dedication. Anyone can do it.”

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allthat--glimmers‌:

Maybe this isn’t a horde simulation….OR!  That’s what they want her to think, and they’ll strike when she’s vulnerable!  Glimmer wasn’t born yesterday!  But, as to not scare the potential specter, she went along with what she presented out to her for the time being.

“Maya!  A lovely name!  Can’t say I’ve heard of one like it!”  Nomenclature was a bit different on Etheria.  “And goodness.  Why on Etheria would they summon me?  I’m not even queen yet!”

“Thank you. Your name is nice, if unfamiliar, as well.” She’s not going to think too hard about that one.  “Whatever their reasons, they don’t seem picky. There’s all types of people here.” Wait...queen? Wait. Yet? She suddenly feels as though she’s been rude, in some way.

“I’ve met people from many different backgrounds. Artists, fighters...” She pauses and offers a small smile, “I’m just a performer, myself. And, honestly, I haven’t been here very long. There’s much I don’t know.”

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allthat--glimmers‌:

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Girls!  Girls were easy to talk to.  And Bow.  But Bow’s not here at the moment, so this situation would have to do.  And the girl she had her eyes set on seemed nice.  Maybe some of Glimmer’s powers would make the situation easier.

“Hey!  Pretty girl to whom I don’t know the name of!”  After calling after her, Glimmer seemingly disappeared until she was right beside her.

“I’m Glimmer!  What might this horrible hostage situation that may or may not be a Horde simulation be?”  English, Glimmer.

It takes a solid few seconds for Maya to process that it was her this stranger called out to. She looks around, neutral features belying several layers of deep-seated confusion. At this point she’s just accepted it as her lot in life, not knowing what’s happening half the time. It’s a good thing she’s an actor, otherwise the miniature heart-attack she gets when Glimmer materializes next to her would’ve put her in the dirt.

Maya really wishes she had the brain cells to understand what this girl just said. Well, starting from step one. “I’m Maya.” So far so good.

She’s not sure what all this ‘Horde’ business is - sounded like something from a video game, honestly - but she gets the rest of it pretty quickly. “From what I understand, the people who run this...city, summoned us all here from our own worlds.” And it’s a fucking nightmare. “It’s a lot to take in at first.”

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romeonce‌:

  Well, at least she knows how to use it!

  Kaoru, admittedly, is useless in this entire situation. She lacks the means for self-defense and, even if she had brought along her acoustic guitar, there’s a good chance she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to turn it into a weapon.

  “ F… Fufu, unfortunately, I have no such weapon on my person in order to assist, ” Kaoru answers, forcibly turning the cogwheels in her brain for ideas that don’t involve promptly crying. If she had her own blade, maybe her fencing skills would kick in and help in some way.

  What would a prince do?

  “ If you wish, however…! I can carry you and you may strike down any shamblers in our path while we run! ”

   Perfect!

Maya offers this girl nothing but a neutral stare. She can’t deny the appeal - she would much rather be carried off by a stranger than a bunch of rotting bodies - but just enough pride remains that completely smothers any fear. Letting someone carry her off would be a coward’s exit. She’s terrified, but she’s only willing to give so much.

She asked for ideas, that didn’t mean they had to be good ones. It was better than nothing, though. She can feel her shoulders tighten. She hates this.

“That would only exhaust you in the long run. The goal is to survive, right?” As the creatures draw in closer, she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Maya swallows hard, grits her teeth, and looks over to Kaoru.

“We need to make a run for it. Can you keep up with me?”

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romeonce‌:

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  This girl, to put it simply, is on the same level as her in terms of how horrifying this situation is. Maybe she felt it was fine to hole up where she was, but the idea of getting caught in a dead end by a shambler or, God forbid, a ghost isn’t that appealing in Kaoru’s eyes.

  Still… at least she has a weapon of sorts. To have her also shaken to the core by the horrors roaming this city is a stroke of bad luck (and elicits a sympathetic expression from Kaoru).

  “ … Quite the situation we‘ve found ourselves in, hm? You know how to use your sword, right? ”

  ( Please say yes. )

The comfort offered by holding a wooden sword is negligible, at best, when compared to the vast amount of undeath that wanders through the streets and lurches its way towards her. The only solace outside of a weapon is company, and while she’d prefer someone she’s familiar with, strangers are good enough.

She draws in a shaky breath and nods, biting back every urge to scream or cry and white-knuckling the hilt of her weapon.

“...Yes.” And no. She didn’t want to think about the Revue’s influences on her skills right now. At the very least, she could hit things real good.

She squares her shoulders and holds the weapon out, “Yes, I know how to use it.” She’d prefer not to. She doesn’t like the thought of getting up close and personal with things that make her stomach turn, “Though I’m open to other ideas, as well.”

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rightreflection‌:

While some of her other band mates may be feeling the pressure of their first ever live performance Rin, on the other hand, couldn’t be any more at ease. It’s a fact that she makes well known in the way that she makes the stage her home– hyping the crowd up and even going so far as to put on a brief, affectionate show for their audience when she casually throws her arm around Maya’s shoulders as if the two have been friends for ages– waving her free hand eagerly to the people crowded below them all the while. She knows what is expected of her as is she aware of all the mechanics that go into making a group of performers well-liked. Not only was she created for this sole purpose but it is also something that the android has been doing nonstop for eleven years. And similar to how humans are capable of growth and improvement her experiences combined with regularly scheduled software updates ensure her success. 

As Jirou takes center stage to introduce the band Rin casts a glance from over her shoulder at the rest of the members behind her, smile tugging at her lips as she offers a playful wink and thumbs up to them after she has separated herself from Maya. So many different faces and talents– people she never would have imagined forming a bond of sorts with inside this city and yet here they were all gathered together, instruments in hand. Her confidence, as always, never wavers, determination to succeed only growing as she faces straight ahead once more. There’s no way that they can’t do it– succeed, that is– as the routine has been practiced together so many times that the blonde is quite certain that she and the others will have it ingrained in their memories for years to come. 

Once the intro is completed and everyone is in their assigned spots the blonde shuts her eyes, inhaling deeply as the music begins. First impressions are incredibly important especially for a band and while the idol refuses to let herself down for the first time in a long time she cannot deny that the desire to not let down the rest of the band is just as strong if not moreso. When it’s finally her cue she parts her lips in sync as she opens her eyes, lurching into action with everything she’s got. 

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The burning joy in her chest is something she only experiences onstage. It came with waves of anxiety - the type any performer experiences, the type she’s grown so used to over years and years of dancing and singing for crowds. It’s an old friend, one she knows well, one that always gets drowned out by the action and movement of her performances.

And yet, this stage was unfamiliar. Not that she hasn’t stood upon it before, or sung to the seats in front of her in the past. The difference was that here and now, with a group of new friends - new freedom, new opportunities, new partners - she hadn’t expected to feel the other emotions that welled up in her chest. The anxiety that so commonly finds itself at her side in newer situations was replaced by the bandmates both next to and behind her, a group of people thrown into the great beast of circumstance and taking it by the horns.

For once, the smile she wears onstage isn’t acting. Rin pulls away, and Maya responds in kind, looking out over the crowd. It isn’t the life she was born into. Nothing about her current situation, really, was what she was meant to become.

But standing here. Singing here, performing with this new group that she’d only met weeks ago, and who she acclimated to surprisingly well. They all shone brightly upon this unfamiliar stage, and as she feels the drums in her bones and lets the song in her chest flow into the air... Perhaps, she thinks, the life given to her by the stage can be lead in more ways than one.

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fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am

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[ mayas probably going to hole herself up somewhere and cry. ill probably like starters on her, but for the most part she’s going to be crippled with fear because Haha, Fuck Ghosts! if you want a specific thread idea with her tho, pls let me know! ]

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vereisten‌:

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The last time she was on a stage herself was so far in the past, she could barely remember it. Although her own performing days were long behind her, seeing others perform was a pleasant sight all the same. Sitting in the audience reminded her a lot of the times she had attended Weiss’ recitals. A lot of nostalgia was running through her tonight as others sang their hearts out.

The sight of a wooden sword coupled with a rather formal uniform catches her attention immediately as a girl approached. Her eyes were transfixed on the performances, as if she longed to be on it. ❝ Are you one of the performers? I like your ensemble; you seem rather dressed for the part. ❞

She couldn’t begin to wonder at what forces drew her to the outfit that sat in her closet these past few weeks; the Revue costume is more a reminder of a system she’s somehow escaped than anything else. Perhaps it’s homesickness that ultimately has her put it on and walk about the festival in it. Perfect for a celebration like this, isn’t it? The red cloak feels heavy on her shoulder.

She runs her thumb over the wooden sword given to her; the costume has no swordbelt or scabbard, so she’s forced to hold the weapon. And yet even now, she can’t take her eyes off of those who command the stage.

Maya looks up at the woman who approaches her, “Yes and no.”

“I am a performer, but not in this show. My band isn’t playing until later.” Only now does she realize she’ll need to change outfits later. “I’ve been thinking about going up, though.”

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underteika‌:

Mumbling by the warmth of the bonfires, Anda had a clipboard in hand and a pencil in the other, counting up from the bottom of the music bar to where the note sat on the line. A letter was scribbled onto it before moving onto the next one, and the next… Sometimes they hummed something before scribbling it out, and replacing it with a different letter.

With everyone else off in their own groups, it was easier to try and practice here. Reading music and playing it were very different sets of skills–the former, being one that did not come to the empath naturally.

(”…No, I think I missed that one.”) A hum of the line… (”…Yeah, this is an ‘A’, not a ‘G’. I think. Wish I’d brought the damn tuner…”)

Maya wanders among the crowd, enjoying the ambiance - even if the festivities themselves had more melancholy leanings, the first day of celebrations were lively. A small, serene smile settles across her lips as she walks about and chats with attendees, making her way gradually towards the bonfires in search of some quieter company.

When she catches sight of Anda hunched over a sheet of paper - poor lighting to work on anything, really - she approaches them. “May I join you?” Even if they were bandmates, she hasn’t had the opportunity to get to know them. And under the moonlight, next to a bright fire during the middle of a celebration as beautiful as their surroundings, seems like the perfect time to do just that.

She holds a plate full of snacks with both of her hands, motioning to the spot next to them with it.

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oceanwinged‌:

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     she didn’t like the dark. it reminded her of terrible things– things she’d rather forget. the crushing weight of the ocean, the nothingness suffocating her, drowning her in her own agony. she could scream all she wanted, but no sound would come out, and no-one would hear her. that was the way she wanted it to be, but they followed her silence anyway. 

     the memories curdled her expression as she wandered the quiet, casting glances left and right as finally she left the shadows, and stepped out into the starlight. this ‘ theatre of calliope ’ place was so lonely at night, a desolate arrangement of stone on a hilltop, that each soft pitter-patter of her bare footfalls echoed throughout. she paused her tread upon hearing the sound, listening as it faded and died. she decided to test something out then, and from the stage, lapis called into the expanse.

          ❝ hello? ❞ and it resonated, calling back to her. so, after a quick look around, lapis raised a hand to her mouth, took a breath, and—                                                   blew a raspberry into her palm as loudly as she could.

         ❝ pfffbbt! ❞ it filled the theatre, and she couldn’t help but snort with laughter.

Unable to sleep, Maya finds herself in the Theatre of Calliope. The stage is always a comfort, and while the shadows that wrap around it and lead into an uncertain darkness, so long as her feet are firmly planted on the ground, she doesn’t really mind. She’d wandered around the back of the stage; she’s already explored this place, seeing as it’s where she spent the bulk of her time, but it didn’t hurt to see more of it, in a different light.

She hears a soft ‘hello,’ and her back straightens immediately, her brow furrows, and she turns towards the noise. The fart-noise follow-up makes her pause, her shoulders relax with a relieved sigh. That’s definitely a person. Probably, anyways. She rounds the corner and peeks onto the stage to see someone standing there.

There are a few options that immediately come to mind, and Maya picks the one that seems the most promising. “Hello.” And then she puts her own hand to her mouth and - “pffbfbbbtbt.” Perfect. Flawless execution.

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byebyelullaby‌:

No, she definitely does not mean surrounded by pigeons. Chris has been wandering around the city in a sort of anxiety daze, moving around because there’s no other way to deal with the major problem of being stuck here. She would definitely not consider sitting and feeding birds with how on edge she is.

But for now she’ll play along, because yes, that is another question on her mind.

『Yeah… That.』

The pigeon notices the bag move closer, and gets closer. Chris backs up a little more.

『They’re… friendly.』

Too friendly for her tastes. Just as she thinks this, the pigeon jumps on her lap, trying to get to the seed. She freezes. Should she move? What if it tries to attack her?! She looks over to the stranger.

『The hell do I do?!』 She hisses through clenched teeth.

Amusement flashes behind her eyes as she watches the girl back up and freeze when a pigeon jumps on her lap. Maybe it was a little much - animals tended to be way more forward than people, especially when it came to food and attention. “It means they trust you,” or something like that. She isn’t really sure. Maybe this was the pigeon equivalent of holding someone at gunpoint.

Maya reaches into the bag of seed and tosses it out to the crowd of pigeons surrounding them in hopes of distracting them. It works, for the most part, but there’s still a very large group and several are getting more interested in the bag between the two girls sitting on this bench. Despite the panic evident on Chris’s face, and the odd sense of urgency that accompanies it, Maya’s actually having a great time.

“Try taking some from the bag, and see if it will eat from your hand. I don’t think it’ll go away otherwise.”

Honestly, that has the potential to backfire completely and make more birds climb onto her, but that’s another can of worms entirely.

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deus-biologus‌:

❝ There’s no going wrong with daft mouth! ❞ He couldn’t help it– he was a sucker for Mouth Sounds.

“That is a good one. I personally prefer the Synthwave remix.”

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“Hm.” This is not good.

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“What’s your favorite Smash Mouth remix?” Her delivery is drier than the Sahara. 

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