[As Meteion and Prompto pick up their candles, the flames ignite on their own, casting a faint and warm glow. Prompto's sword seems perfectly ready to be drawn and slash if need be, but there's something about it that feels very familiar with this sort of setting, all the same. It doesn't seem bothered by the supposed ghosts at all.
Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]
[ Aymeric takes the last candle so he can better read the paper, but if not he can huddle closer to the other two so he can catch this new script. The simmering confusion continues, but there's an underlying emotion. It's hard to pick out for now... But maybe it's just another layer of confusion, let's be real. ]
[The piece of paper Prompto picks up simply says: The enemy is approaching Goryokaku. See you soon. Hm.
The spectral audience simply seems to be waiting to see what the three do next. They'll occasionally hear whispers from that general direction - gloomy stories or inescapable veil - as they discuss what to do amongst themselves.]
[ IT IS? It's fine. We can make this all PG for bird. ]
... Nay, I had thought to let both of you choose what you find most comfortable, based on the script. [ Squints at the paper again. ] But 'twould I misread and there is only two roles. Since Meteion wishes to be the servant, we should yet consider the third role to keep the aspect of romance in the script.
[ But since Prompto is offering rock paper scissors for the last two, he doesn't see why not? Aymeric picks rock. ]
[As they chatter over which roles to play without having filled anything out at all, their candle flames flicker a little, and they'll get the sense that their audience is growing somewhat impatient. The atmosphere is a little unpleasant, actually. Meteion's sword is focused but doesn't seem worried, and Prompto's still feels right at home. There's a sense of urgency for all three, even so.
They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]
[ Aymeric! Does not know how most dates are read in Japan, so he will start with the narration? I guess? Over the vibe is some slight irritation that they forced to do all of this. They're so tired already. ]
In the year of XXXX of the Seventh Astral Era, a hardworking servant named Meteion worked for a prestigious but complacent lord named Aymeric.
[ He gestures for Meteion to start being servant-like. ]
[Somehow, the already-silent specters watching this performance grow even quieter?? The three will get the sense that they're listening with rapt attention...
Prompto's sword is doing the sword-equivalent of laughing at his ass, though. Meteion's sword is sort of fondly amused and gently encouraging her in her very dedicated servant-acting. A few of the light blue flames from the audience begin drifting up onto the stage, too. Do none of these people know stage etiquette? Wow.
Anyway, one circles around Aymeric as he speaks, conjuring up a paper crown and placing it upon his head. One circles around Meteion, and over her very suave idol outfit, she'll suddenly find a raggedy apron. The one that circles Promptorella will conjure up a cowboy hat fit for a beautiful blushing love interest.]
[ ... what is a borger king. Just kidding, Aymeric knows what's a burger. Carefully, he adjusts his paper crown? ]
However, no matter how many serenades, Promptorella did not love the lord back.
[ He starts singing a song he heard in the music store. I have made Aymeric a swiftie. Unfortunately, he sings well, with passion. Very good at faking this even though the irritation is still there. ]
[ encouraged by her sword, she plays her servant duties more wholeheartedly! she has no idea what she's doing! but she keeps cleaning, tidying up and sweeping the floor clean. ]
Full of.. daily.. glee? The lord decided to shout and say that she had become one of their three precious... tomatoes?
[ i don't know what's happening, i say as i google adverbs and verbs ]
[ shhh sword bro. just adjusting his hat and swaying his hips as he moves. ] Aren't you just a talented lil thang! I'll be sure to let my servants know you're out here giving a live show for them all.
[ wait. tomatoes? time to...twist this part a bit ]
Maybe the lord will want to brush up on his compliments. That's such a bewilderin' crime to a lady such as myself.
Such a heinous crime, to reject the lord and ridicule his choice of play... If Promptorella cared not to become one of his tomatoes, he would threaten Meteion's life, whom Promptorella befriended during the Lord's visits.
[ HE HAS TO WEAVE METEION IN SOMEHOW? he moves over to her, but doesn't handle her roughly. Instead, he just makes sure that she's right beside him. ]
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G-ghosts? Do you guys see that?
[ While his voice is wavering, his emotions are much more serious. His free hand goes for the sword handle ]
Maybe it's our lines for the next show? [ If they have to make it up on the fly, he will bring back Space Jam. Do you want that ]
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Aymeric catches one of the pieces of paper, and as he looks it over, he'll find this.]
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[ Aymeric takes the last candle so he can better read the paper, but if not he can huddle closer to the other two so he can catch this new script. The simmering confusion continues, but there's an underlying emotion. It's hard to pick out for now... But maybe it's just another layer of confusion, let's be real. ]
'Tis an unfinished script?
[ Shows them. ]
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[ i realize she has a tiny movie knowledge by now. ]
Do we need to.. finish it? [ squints at it a little. may she count on you both for this ]
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Let me see. [ Huh ] Huh?! Are we supposed to act this out? [ Time to pick up another piece of paper to see if it says anything different ]
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The spectral audience simply seems to be waiting to see what the three do next. They'll occasionally hear whispers from that general direction - gloomy stories or inescapable veil - as they discuss what to do amongst themselves.]
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[ Is that what this is? He squints at this. ]
The love interest seems to be a she, but that matters little. Which roles do you two wish to play?
[ Aymeric will flex. ]
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Mmm.. I could be, the servant?
[ that's close enough as a creation and a familiar like herself, right? ]
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Are you flexing because you want to be the love interest, dude? [ giving a grin before he thinks about it. ]
We could always play rock paper scissors for it? Might need to just come up with words on the fly though.
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... Nay, I had thought to let both of you choose what you find most comfortable, based on the script. [ Squints at the paper again. ] But 'twould I misread and there is only two roles. Since Meteion wishes to be the servant, we should yet consider the third role to keep the aspect of romance in the script.
[ But since Prompto is offering rock paper scissors for the last two, he doesn't see why not? Aymeric picks rock. ]
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she's kinda just vibing right now, checking on the sword at her side while Prompto and Aymeric hash things out i guess. ]
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anyways rng says he has scissors. ]
You get to pick. If you want to be the Lord, you can go ahead. I don't really mind.
[ Though hm. Yandere Aymeric? ]
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[ He also doesn't mind? But we can pretend after them going NO YOU CAN CHOOSE, they ended up with Lord Aymeric and Love Interest Prompto. ]
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okay servant Meteion, Lord Aymeric, Love Interest Prompto. we got our choices ]
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now that they have that square away, he'll read over the script. again ]
Looks like I'm Promptorina? Promptorella? Ready for my close up, baby! [ let's fake hype to get over nerves ]
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They'll get the feeling that this is indeed a script, or the bones of a story long-past, and it's up to them to fill out what's missing and bring the tale to life. They can narrate or act it out as they see fit, but the unseeing eyes of the audience are watching and perhaps waiting to judge.]
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In the year of XXXX of the Seventh Astral Era, a hardworking servant named Meteion worked for a prestigious but complacent lord named Aymeric.
[ He gestures for Meteion to start being servant-like. ]
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wait there's actually confetti right here on the floor still, the hell... she crouches next to it as she brushes it aside with her hands. ]
This lord was... important, and would readily.. sing every day to prove their love for... Promptorella!
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Then in his version of a girl voice ] Howdy y'all. I'm Promptorella.
[ Giving a wink. ]
Little ol' me didn't really love the lord. This gal's heart was set on bigger things then what a man can offer.
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Prompto's sword is doing the sword-equivalent of laughing at his ass, though. Meteion's sword is sort of fondly amused and gently encouraging her in her very dedicated servant-acting. A few of the light blue flames from the audience begin drifting up onto the stage, too. Do none of these people know stage etiquette? Wow.
Anyway, one circles around Aymeric as he speaks, conjuring up a paper crown and placing it upon his head. One circles around Meteion, and over her very suave idol outfit, she'll suddenly find a raggedy apron. The one that circles Promptorella will conjure up a cowboy hat fit for a beautiful blushing love interest.]
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However, no matter how many serenades, Promptorella did not love the lord back.
[ He starts singing a song he heard in the music store. I have made Aymeric a swiftie. Unfortunately, he sings well, with passion. Very good at faking this even though the irritation is still there. ]
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Full of.. daily.. glee? The lord decided to shout and say that she had become one of their three precious... tomatoes?
[ i don't know what's happening, i say as i google adverbs and verbs ]
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[ wait. tomatoes? time to...twist this part a bit ]
Maybe the lord will want to brush up on his compliments. That's such a bewilderin' crime to a lady such as myself.
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[ HE HAS TO WEAVE METEION IN SOMEHOW? he moves over to her, but doesn't handle her roughly. Instead, he just makes sure that she's right beside him. ]
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T-To.. spare Promptorella's friend, the lord promised to... forget! If Prompotorella would agree. [ to become... tomatoes....
words are hard. ]
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