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»» september open post
WHO: Toki (and Marcel), Lotte, + open
WHERE: Various places on campus
WHEN: September (all month, pre-Lunar Harvest)
WHAT: Mistaken identity, failure, wrath, fundraising, outlets and hobbies, a reunion of sorts, self-medicating
WARNINGS: drugs (prompt 7), potential for RNG visions
1. // Closed to Lotte // [9/1]
[He had almost forgotten it. A vision that came in a cluster of five one night after removing the orichalcum earring. Those visions were hazy and disjointed in his memory, but he's sure this is the girl. A girl with white hair. Vague details are coming to him as he catches sight of her in the Grand Hall.
Toki abandons his plate of food to run over to Lotte, or walk as quickly as his guard will allow, waving emphatically.]
Hey! Uhh, girl with the white hair! I need to talk to you!
2.UNLEASHED! (Lumiere) [9/8]
[Earlier in the morning, Toki had left the dorm to attend the re-evaluation of his probationary status. The meeting and discussion turned out to be absolutely horrifying. A list of accusations spanning from petty behavioral issues to major and unforgivable transgressions. They were watching everything. Every little thing was noted and pointed out. He had several objections at the categorizing of incidents he thought couldn't have nearly been as bad as they were presented, but every one was shot down calmly with detailed reasoning and coercive language. In the end, he agreed and admitted to all of them. Escape attempts, multiple instances of disruptive behavior, reckless endangerment, assault, attempted bribery, breaking and entering, theft, failure to address all inappropriate actions with acceptable accountability, clandestine talk of conspiracy theories against the academy...
He had no idea what all this would entail when he signed consent forms on his last day in the hospital in July. A decision he will regret for a long time. As expected, he made it a little worse by shouting and making good use of Maverick's favorite word, before getting it together as everything was explained in ways he couldn't disagree with. Marcel, the guard, was praised for his excellent record-keeping and accepted a renewal of his contract, albeit reluctantly. He did receive a raise.
Before returning to the dorm, the cat backpack had been exchanged for a utilitarian harness with additional straps, buckles hard to reach in the back, and a locking system requiring rune keys instead of child safety features. Toki would have a very hard time with any further escape attempts.
Now, upon entering Lumiere, it hits him all at once just how hopeless his existence has become. He tried so hard. Now he's giving up in suitably dramatic fashion. He drops to the floor and stares vacantly. Marcel continues at his usual pace to the first floor elevator, dragging Toki behind him like a cat refusing to be walked.]
3. Legionnaire Quarters
[After crawling out of the depths of melancholy, Toki decides to channel all his pent up rage and frustration into something that may potentially be useful, but really is as meaningless as the rest of his endeavors. He's only been to the Legionnaire Quarters a couple times before, and never for training. Which isn't exactly what he's doing, but he calls it that.
In the gym, Marcel has attached the leash to the wall and keeps a respectable distance, reading a book. He's getting paid for doing nothing, and will indulge Toki's whims on occasion. Toki has a punching bag hanging within reach and he's attacking it mercilessly. He's using his bare hands instead of gloves, and isn't punching, but trying to rip the thing to pieces, growling and snarling and shouting incoherent things. His fingers are bleeding, but he doesn't seem to notice.]
4. Theatre Lenormand
- a; art studio
[When Toki enters the same art studio he's used for vision painting since late June, he's not expecting someone else to be in the room. It's certainly not a private space, but he's never run into anyone here before. He waves as Marcel goes about setting up the corner Toki has been using. Marcel spreads out a paint-streaked sheet in front of a large easel. He gathers Toki's commonly used paint colors; pink, green, purple, and black, setting both large cans and smaller tubes down next to the easel.
Toki kicks off his shoes in preparation. His clothes are splattered with paint from past sessions. He kneels in front of the easel before saying anything. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he's also curious.]
What are you working on?
- b; music practice room
[Several days in September, Toki can be found heading into one of the soundproofed music rooms. He doesn't play any instruments, and he has a pink yoga mat with him. Marcel follows with a video camera.
The time Toki spends inside varies. He leaves the music room looking worn out, disoriented, sometimes crying, or unconscious and carried by the guard.]
- c; main stage
[Toki never found out if he was banned from the theatre club for posting false information about the play on the Network, or even if there was a theatre club any longer with Michael unavailable to sponsor it. Without direction here, he can only assume he's still in charge of special effects, and he shouldn't abandoned his responsibilities. Marcel can't argue with that, although he's stated his disapproval. He lets Toki do what he wants, under supervision from a few yards away.
Toki's cannons, five in all, have been set out along the edge of the stage, facing the seats. He has a few things to experiment with; confetti, colored sand, streamers, smoke pellets, and tiny paper mache bees with rune inscriptions allowing them to buzz and fly. He was unfortunately prohibited from using live bees, crickets, or any other insects.]
Okay! Stand back! The trajectory should be right this time!
[It's his third try, but he thinks the cannon is sufficiently aimed. He touches the activation rune on the cannon and sparks start flying out of it. For some reason, the streamers aren't being ejected. A boom sounds, and fire flickers out from the mouth of the cannon, which shakes and starts glowing a weird blue color.]
Oh, shit.
[The cannon explodes, taking two others with it and some of the chairs in the front row.]
5. Quad
[One day, there's a long table set up in the Quad. A neon pink sign is taped to the side of it, announcing:
CLOTHING AND ACCESSORIES
PAY WHAT YOU WANT
PROCEEDS GO TOWARDS ACCOMMODATING
STUDENTS WITH SPECIAL NEEDS
There's a drawing under the words of a stick man frowning at a sink that only reaches his knees. On the table are neatly folded clothes and plastic storage containers full of accessories. Unfortunately, everything is Toki's, so there's a little too much pink and purple, glittery appliques, shiny bracelets and watches, bright graphic shirts, and clashing patterns.]
6. Outside Lumiere
[It's a chillier evening. Marcel is already prepared for the crisp fall, wearing a newly purchased plaid jacket. He sits in a fold-able lawn chair, the leash wrapped around his wrist. He wants a cigarette, but it's frowned upon to smoke while on duty.
Toki lies in the grass, beside a tree. It's a special place, one that he hasn't visited. The wooden hutch against the tree is a little weathered, having been placed there in February. The name across it reads "Tsuyukusa" in hiragana. The hutch is a little uneven, a little shoddy, and decorated in blue and green. There isn't a candle lit. Toki traces the name with his finger.]
I still don't remember this, when we made it? But that's okay. I remember you, and I'm sorry I haven't been here. I've missed our talks and that's something that was centering me somehow. I thought about replacing you, but I can't. So I'll talk to you out here and maybe you can hear me from wherever you ended up.
[He comes out to the shrine several nights in September, seeking guidance and solace.]
7. Root of Yggdrasil [cw: drugs]
[Later in September, Toki has been spending more and more time in the greenhouse. Deep inside the Root of Yggdrasil, he's taken over a very small plot. It's hidden behind large leafy plants, and he's managed to convince Marcel it's a secondary catnip experiment. Marcel has never checked it out himself, as he's allergic to bees and Kano's makeshift dresser beehive is still inside the greenhouse; the bees multiplying and building up a good supply of honey. Marcel stands guard at the doorway to the greenhouse, but never goes inside. He's decided it's an unlikely place for Toki to get into trouble, but he would be wrong.
Toki moves aside the thick cover of leaves to step through to his current plot. There's a wooden divider, separating two different soil conditions. On the left, he's growing five marijuana plants with large buds. On the right, psilocybin mushrooms are sprouting. He has some of each setting out on a block of wood to dry. Next to the currently drying batch are buds, leaves, and mushrooms ready to be collected for use.
He takes small plastic bags out of his pocket and places his bounty inside them. There's never anyone around, but he parts the leaves of the obscuring plants to check one last time. It appears he's still alone. Toki shoves the marijuana bags into his pockets and samples a mushroom before putting those away as well. He'll let it kick in as he makes his way back to the entrance. Then Marcel can drag him anywhere for the rest of the day and he will not give a fuck, nor know what he's doing in the slightest. As long as he doesn't hallucinate the giant razor-toothed snails again, it will be a good day.]
8. Wildcard
Anything, anywhere~!
» inbox threads also always welcomed
WHERE: Various places on campus
WHEN: September (all month, pre-Lunar Harvest)
WHAT: Mistaken identity, failure, wrath, fundraising, outlets and hobbies, a reunion of sorts, self-medicating
WARNINGS: drugs (prompt 7), potential for RNG visions
1. // Closed to Lotte // [9/1]
[He had almost forgotten it. A vision that came in a cluster of five one night after removing the orichalcum earring. Those visions were hazy and disjointed in his memory, but he's sure this is the girl. A girl with white hair. Vague details are coming to him as he catches sight of her in the Grand Hall.
Toki abandons his plate of food to run over to Lotte, or walk as quickly as his guard will allow, waving emphatically.]
Hey! Uhh, girl with the white hair! I need to talk to you!
2.
[Earlier in the morning, Toki had left the dorm to attend the re-evaluation of his probationary status. The meeting and discussion turned out to be absolutely horrifying. A list of accusations spanning from petty behavioral issues to major and unforgivable transgressions. They were watching everything. Every little thing was noted and pointed out. He had several objections at the categorizing of incidents he thought couldn't have nearly been as bad as they were presented, but every one was shot down calmly with detailed reasoning and coercive language. In the end, he agreed and admitted to all of them. Escape attempts, multiple instances of disruptive behavior, reckless endangerment, assault, attempted bribery, breaking and entering, theft, failure to address all inappropriate actions with acceptable accountability, clandestine talk of conspiracy theories against the academy...
He had no idea what all this would entail when he signed consent forms on his last day in the hospital in July. A decision he will regret for a long time. As expected, he made it a little worse by shouting and making good use of Maverick's favorite word, before getting it together as everything was explained in ways he couldn't disagree with. Marcel, the guard, was praised for his excellent record-keeping and accepted a renewal of his contract, albeit reluctantly. He did receive a raise.
Before returning to the dorm, the cat backpack had been exchanged for a utilitarian harness with additional straps, buckles hard to reach in the back, and a locking system requiring rune keys instead of child safety features. Toki would have a very hard time with any further escape attempts.
Now, upon entering Lumiere, it hits him all at once just how hopeless his existence has become. He tried so hard. Now he's giving up in suitably dramatic fashion. He drops to the floor and stares vacantly. Marcel continues at his usual pace to the first floor elevator, dragging Toki behind him like a cat refusing to be walked.]
3. Legionnaire Quarters
[After crawling out of the depths of melancholy, Toki decides to channel all his pent up rage and frustration into something that may potentially be useful, but really is as meaningless as the rest of his endeavors. He's only been to the Legionnaire Quarters a couple times before, and never for training. Which isn't exactly what he's doing, but he calls it that.
In the gym, Marcel has attached the leash to the wall and keeps a respectable distance, reading a book. He's getting paid for doing nothing, and will indulge Toki's whims on occasion. Toki has a punching bag hanging within reach and he's attacking it mercilessly. He's using his bare hands instead of gloves, and isn't punching, but trying to rip the thing to pieces, growling and snarling and shouting incoherent things. His fingers are bleeding, but he doesn't seem to notice.]
4. Theatre Lenormand
- a; art studio
[When Toki enters the same art studio he's used for vision painting since late June, he's not expecting someone else to be in the room. It's certainly not a private space, but he's never run into anyone here before. He waves as Marcel goes about setting up the corner Toki has been using. Marcel spreads out a paint-streaked sheet in front of a large easel. He gathers Toki's commonly used paint colors; pink, green, purple, and black, setting both large cans and smaller tubes down next to the easel.
Toki kicks off his shoes in preparation. His clothes are splattered with paint from past sessions. He kneels in front of the easel before saying anything. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he's also curious.]
What are you working on?
- b; music practice room
[Several days in September, Toki can be found heading into one of the soundproofed music rooms. He doesn't play any instruments, and he has a pink yoga mat with him. Marcel follows with a video camera.
The time Toki spends inside varies. He leaves the music room looking worn out, disoriented, sometimes crying, or unconscious and carried by the guard.]
- c; main stage
[Toki never found out if he was banned from the theatre club for posting false information about the play on the Network, or even if there was a theatre club any longer with Michael unavailable to sponsor it. Without direction here, he can only assume he's still in charge of special effects, and he shouldn't abandoned his responsibilities. Marcel can't argue with that, although he's stated his disapproval. He lets Toki do what he wants, under supervision from a few yards away.
Toki's cannons, five in all, have been set out along the edge of the stage, facing the seats. He has a few things to experiment with; confetti, colored sand, streamers, smoke pellets, and tiny paper mache bees with rune inscriptions allowing them to buzz and fly. He was unfortunately prohibited from using live bees, crickets, or any other insects.]
Okay! Stand back! The trajectory should be right this time!
[It's his third try, but he thinks the cannon is sufficiently aimed. He touches the activation rune on the cannon and sparks start flying out of it. For some reason, the streamers aren't being ejected. A boom sounds, and fire flickers out from the mouth of the cannon, which shakes and starts glowing a weird blue color.]
Oh, shit.
[The cannon explodes, taking two others with it and some of the chairs in the front row.]
5. Quad
[One day, there's a long table set up in the Quad. A neon pink sign is taped to the side of it, announcing:
PAY WHAT YOU WANT
PROCEEDS GO TOWARDS ACCOMMODATING
STUDENTS WITH SPECIAL NEEDS
There's a drawing under the words of a stick man frowning at a sink that only reaches his knees. On the table are neatly folded clothes and plastic storage containers full of accessories. Unfortunately, everything is Toki's, so there's a little too much pink and purple, glittery appliques, shiny bracelets and watches, bright graphic shirts, and clashing patterns.]
6. Outside Lumiere
[It's a chillier evening. Marcel is already prepared for the crisp fall, wearing a newly purchased plaid jacket. He sits in a fold-able lawn chair, the leash wrapped around his wrist. He wants a cigarette, but it's frowned upon to smoke while on duty.
Toki lies in the grass, beside a tree. It's a special place, one that he hasn't visited. The wooden hutch against the tree is a little weathered, having been placed there in February. The name across it reads "Tsuyukusa" in hiragana. The hutch is a little uneven, a little shoddy, and decorated in blue and green. There isn't a candle lit. Toki traces the name with his finger.]
I still don't remember this, when we made it? But that's okay. I remember you, and I'm sorry I haven't been here. I've missed our talks and that's something that was centering me somehow. I thought about replacing you, but I can't. So I'll talk to you out here and maybe you can hear me from wherever you ended up.
[He comes out to the shrine several nights in September, seeking guidance and solace.]
7. Root of Yggdrasil [cw: drugs]
[Later in September, Toki has been spending more and more time in the greenhouse. Deep inside the Root of Yggdrasil, he's taken over a very small plot. It's hidden behind large leafy plants, and he's managed to convince Marcel it's a secondary catnip experiment. Marcel has never checked it out himself, as he's allergic to bees and Kano's makeshift dresser beehive is still inside the greenhouse; the bees multiplying and building up a good supply of honey. Marcel stands guard at the doorway to the greenhouse, but never goes inside. He's decided it's an unlikely place for Toki to get into trouble, but he would be wrong.
Toki moves aside the thick cover of leaves to step through to his current plot. There's a wooden divider, separating two different soil conditions. On the left, he's growing five marijuana plants with large buds. On the right, psilocybin mushrooms are sprouting. He has some of each setting out on a block of wood to dry. Next to the currently drying batch are buds, leaves, and mushrooms ready to be collected for use.
He takes small plastic bags out of his pocket and places his bounty inside them. There's never anyone around, but he parts the leaves of the obscuring plants to check one last time. It appears he's still alone. Toki shoves the marijuana bags into his pockets and samples a mushroom before putting those away as well. He'll let it kick in as he makes his way back to the entrance. Then Marcel can drag him anywhere for the rest of the day and he will not give a fuck, nor know what he's doing in the slightest. As long as he doesn't hallucinate the giant razor-toothed snails again, it will be a good day.]
8. Wildcard
Anything, anywhere~!
» inbox threads also always welcomed
7, gods help us all
Hey, good news for you is that you don't have to wear headphones anymore, huh? [Jolyne, don't. Don't taunt the guard as you try to be an asshole and weasel around him to get into said damn greenhouse.
If there's no issue with it she's going to make her way casually through to hunt him down and with her penchant to being horribly quiet on her feet at this point... probably be a little more surprising than she means to be.]
Holy shit, is that what I think it is? [At least she's keeping her voice down?]
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Toki is preoccupied gathering mushrooms into a bag, and he drops it when Jolyne speaks.]
Jolyne! Uhh, I was just- they're for like a... class. Perfectly normal mushrooms! For like... biology!
[There may not even be a biology class. The marijuana doesn't get an explanation. He can't really pretend it's something else, so he just looks at it and shrugs. It's Jolyne. It's fine.]
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She's biting back a laugh as he's trying to explain the whole thing away and just gently tries to rest a hand on his shoulder.]
Don't have to explain it to me, you do you. But, man, I didn't think we really had the right conditions for mushrooms to grow properly around here and I'm honestly surprised you figured out how to get the weed to grow and not end up completely murdering it. Shit's delicate and temperamental as fuck.
[It's Jolyne, of course she knows what this shit is and she also gives zero shits that he's growing it here. If he wants drugs, this is the best way of doing it, in her opinion.]
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3
[Not only is Toki trying to tear at a punching bag, which offends Haseo on multiple levels, he's also hurting himself trying to do it.]
You're going to seriously mess up your hands if you keep going like that.
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It's fine! [It's a half-growl.] Hieke will fix it! It's rude to interrupt people while they're training! I have a schedule to keep!
[He absolutely does not.]
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2
He drops to his knees by Toki, grabbing the leash to pull back against Marcel.] Stop dragging him! Toki, are you okay?
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"I'll be back later."
[He's still not getting paid enough for this. Toki seems to have realized he's stopped moving, but he makes no effort to get up.]
Yuya. I thought this was the first floor.
[Maybe it's not. They all look alike. Belatedly, the question registers.]
I'm fine.
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He makes a face as Marcel just abandons them. What if this is a medical emergency? And he's going to walk away??]
Yeah, it's the first floor. Tell me if it hurts, okay? [Yuya moves to hook his arms under Toki to try and pull him up to sit.]
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Oh. Oh. It's him.
...Honestly she expected to find him sooner. He must've been laying low, after the trouble his site probably caused. Well, it doesn't matter -- this way works just fine.]
Who, me? What for?
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This is a really bad thing to start introductions with, and I'm sorry, but like, I'm a Seer and I had a vision about you and it's kind of all uhh, displaced in my head right now, but there was a dragon? And like people speaking some language I don't know and they were coming for you!
[He's not supposed to be spreading impending doom rumors anymore, but does it count if it's just one specific person and not a fate befalling all of them? Unknown.]
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Haha. It's not even her. Wow.]
A dragon?! [Lotte's eyes widen with disbelief anyway, and a hand comes up to cover her mouth. Even if this wasn't about her, the information could be valuable. Dragons could make a hell of a mess, after all.] For real? Like a really real dragon? Was it after me, too?
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5
The second thought is Is that a toddler leash? On a high schooler? Hell.
Someone here has it worse than him.
Therion makes sure not to make a show of noticing it when he finally approaches the table. Most of the clothes are too much for his taste (and too long for his height), but some--well, Therion's not opposed to a shiny accessory. And as for the colors...
He picks up a purple track jacket, then tilts his head at the guy in a harness.]
Are you serious about paying what we want? Because what I want to pay is nothing, as a rule.
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Is it really payment at all if there's nothing in exchange? That's just... taking, not buying. So, no, nothing is unacceptable, but yes, otherwise pay whatever amount you want! But keep in mind the purpose of this is to raise funds for your peers! Now, that jacket you're holding? I got that in Paris last year and it's made from the finest threads available~! It's hadly been worn and really, I think offering nothing is an affront to the core spirit of a fundraiser! I am highly disappointed in you!
[He crosses his arms and gives Therion a little bit of a glare. Not too much, because Toki still wants him to buy something.]
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So my 'peers' with special needs are more important than the rest of us with regular needs, huh?
[He retrieves a wallet almost worn through with use and draws a single bill out of the otherwise empty depths.]
I was going to save these ten euros for school supplies, but I guess I can just write notes on my arm. ...If my arm's not too skinny, anyway.
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4a!
Oh! [She starts, then spins, backing up so that she's blocking Toki's view of the easel, heat burning at her cheeks and she flusters] Hello Toki! I did not hear you or Marcel come in! Good evening Marcel!
[She's embarrassed enough to assume maybe there's something scandalous on the page in front of her. But if he peeks around her, he'll find that there's nothing really worth hiding. Actually, it's hard to tell what she'd been working on at all. It kind of looks like a face, but maybe if it was melting? And also has horns?
Turns out she is just really bad at art. Laughably bad.]
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Curiosity gets the better of Toki, and he can't stop himself from darting around Allura for a second to get a good look. He tilts his head one way and then the other, contemplating this... goo daemon, perhaps.]
Are those horns? Is this a creature from... Alt... uhh, your kingdom?
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5
So he dives out of the sky and lands neatly on the table, staring at Marcel and Toki. Where to even begin...]
< Uh. Hey again. >
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Hello~! Do you want... uhh, shiny things?
[Toki slides a tub of accessories closer.]
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6
He doesn't realize what exactly he's seeing at first, but what he hears clues him in pretty quickly. There's a reverence in the way Toki traces the name on the hutch. He goes to Toki's side and kneels in the grass.]
An old friend of yours?
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Yeah. Tsuyukusa was... a good friend. I used to talk to him a lot, but he died.
[He's reminded of when he talked to Héctor about his homeless friend, and Toki's a little embarrassed to state the next part, because he shouldn't be this attached to a pet.]
He was my jellyfish.
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4-c, time to make Toki's life even worse
He'd come down to the theatre to check the thing out, and try to help a little trajectory-wise, but ultimately decided to take a seat in the chairs and merely watch the proceedings.
So when Toki warns to stand back, Moriarty remains in his seat in the front row - after all, the trajectory was correct, but...
Ah. Yes. Magic was always something that had a tendency to go awry, and as it begins to glow blue, he actually suddenly realizes that he should be trying to get out of the way of this.
But...in the end, he only manages to stand and move somewhat out of the way before the explosion happens, and his arm and a bit of his side is caught in it -
After a moment, he comes to - but on the floor, dizzy and disoriented.]
....H...nn...?
[Everything doesn't feel right - there's a wetness on the left side of his face, and it's hard to move that side - but when he lifts his left arm, everything makes sense.]
....Ah.
[His arm is gone from above the elbow.
God, he hopes it's lying around somewhere this time, as he doesn't want to go through months of regrowth again.]
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Oh my god! I'm so sorry!
[This is not good at all. The poor professor must be in shock, not even a wince from the pain. Toki isn't exactly sure what to do and he's kind of internally screaming, and not realize he's just repeating "I'm sorry" in some weird chant.
Luckily, Marcel is less freaked out about this. He makes his way through the debris over to Moriaty.]
"Are you alright, Professor?"
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interrupting Vampire who-?
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4b
Point is, he's around when Toki and Marcel come out of the room. Petals engulf them as James approaches to say hi. ]
Toki, hey! And hello Mr. Marcel. I didn't know you did music?
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"Mr. Griffin."
[Toki is a little preoccupied by the petals and the new pink accessories.]
James~! Pink is your color~! It suits you. Anyway, uhh... [He looks back at the music room.] I don't play any instruments. I use it for, well, remember at your party I told you about the orichalcum earring I was messing with? I have to have the visions sometime and they pile up and- they're worse if there's a lot and there's screaming sometimes and the music rooms are soundproof, so... I go in there if I've been blocking visions for a while. Just in case. Only one this time, though!
[A fact he looks very happy about. There were seven the last time, and that was a bad day.]
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