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Post by KAIKI HINAMORI on Feb 23, 2013 5:03:13 GMT -8
"Hmmm..."
A deep frown, examining deeply the large instrument in-front after taking it for a quick test, perhaps one of the better ones yet. It was pretty much expected though, the guy looked very much like someone that could pull off a theme like that quite easily. This was a rare case in which Kaiki had his Inumimi and Shippou missing, and styled his hair in a low ponytail -- all for this special occasion. If it wasn't for the Digimon playing around in his house though, this little visit at the music store could have been avoided, if only Lunamon didn't press the keys so randomly the strings would have still been intact and in considerable shape. But the piano back home was already broken to begin with, so this was perhaps a good opportunity to check for a new one, and seeing how mother was busy with her work Kaiki was sent.
"What do you think mister?"
The salesman asked, rubbing his hands together in the face of the young boy. Kaiki though, didn't find the sound much to his liking, seeming pretty picky about this. It was only justified, this piano will accompany him and his mother for quite the long time from now on. Still, Nami couldn't remember ever seeing her master in this much thought. Was he perhaps entering some serious mode when his ears and tail came off? That must be it.
"I see-desu."
Kaikimon: Serious Mode. Nami nodded to herself in agreement.
"Hmmm... It has a splendid sound, very unique; almost like a cembalo. But even with that, the G-tone in all octavi seems a little off and I won't lie, it pains my ears. It's a lovely model, yes... But not exactly what I'm looking for. It's also a little expensive for me. Do you have something similar maybe?"
It wasn't fun causing the hard-working seller to go look for a better model for the fourth time now, already going through three models and designs, one at a time getting closer to the customer's preference. Though, before he could pay attention to the devoted seller, a different tune caught his ears and Kaiki could not help but go ahead and search for the sound's source, intrigued at the unique line. It might have also been Nami's curiousity that made him search for it, more or less chasing his strangely daring Digimon partner. |
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Post by clara reedman on Feb 23, 2013 5:28:08 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]The only employees she could spot were either behind the register popping their gum and reading their magazines or helping another customer. So yes she knew she wasn't suppose to but she wanted to test out the flutes for herself. She was quite pleased with the sound though so if they considered spit on it to be breaking it she'd buy it. She nodded to herself while do a small fist pump with her right hand. All she had to do now was find someone who wasn't busy, ironic since she was so grateful to be not noticed just moments ago. When Clara went to turn to purchase the windpipe instrument she nearly tripped over something, a strange something at that. Or should she say someone? She still wasn't certain whether or not Digimon were its or not as she has met both those that argue for and against them being so. Flynn she treated as a boy but he wasn't anatomically correct so... than again for that she was relieved. Speaking of the little devil where was he? She couldn't blame him for being curious but she hoped he wasn't getting into anyth... Just as the thought came to be her eyes fell onto a large trombone and a curiously familiar green goo emitting from it. "Flynn..." She pouted and went straight back to wanting her and co. to remain invisible. That was going to prove difficult though with the other Digimon's partner not far behind it and the person catering to the boy probably intrigued to find out where his next commission was wandering off to. She just wanted to bury her head in the sand and ignore the urge to go on a high speed theft chase. She didn't have a car and left her bike at home. She gave a silent prayer for her Digimon before kneeling down in front of the Lunamon. If everyone was looking down they wouldn't be looking up at her mischievous young man would they? "Hello there." Distractions aside she was genuinely happy to meet someone new. |
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Post by KAIKI HINAMORI on Feb 23, 2013 6:37:25 GMT -8
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝ YOU'RE SOMETHING DEADLY THAT I JUST CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON. ❞ WORDS 000 TAGS clara NOTES Your Digimon is adorable. | [atrb=vAlign,top] UPON seeing how his customer started running away, the employee started with an immediate chase, for he was already sticking with him enough -- maybe the wonderboy found at last an instrument to his liking. That was unfortunately not the case at hand though, he ws merely chasing his curious Digimon, running off on her own. Such trouble, these creatures were. Along the way though, Kaiki could notice green goo sticking out of one of the airpipe instruments, looking closer noticing it had a face. Another Digimon, maybe? Most likely, though what would the store earn from placing something like that in an instrument? It attracted attention, yes, but definitely didn't make anybody want to buy it; even if that thing in its own way was pretty cute. As soon as she was addressed, Nami changed running direction drastically, rushing to hide behind her tamer's legs. Before he knew it, Kaiki had a large rabbit-like creature attempting to hide herself while still peeking a little from the side. It couldn't be helped, Lunamon to begin with weren't the most social-pursuing of Digimon -- not that any person around knew that useful piece of information -- and this one particularly, Nami, was educated by an Otaku, a person that didn't have too much interaction with other people. You couldn't expect her to know what exactly to say in this situation, but luckily she had someone to depend on: her trusty tamer K-sama! Well... At least for her. Kaiki then took a glance at the other person, noticing one very important detail about her: she was surprisingly tall, way taller than other girls. It made him wonder how old was she, or if she was told that often. His thoughts on the subject ceased when he noticed the instrument she was holding, already guessing it was hers or at least that she was the source of the calling sound. With not much to do now that he was already here, he looked the female in the eyes and spoke. " ... You, that melody just now was yours, wasn't it?" | | |
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Post by clara reedman on Feb 23, 2013 7:07:53 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]She smiled up at him with her hands on her knees. Eyeing the man behind the boy she shifted nervously as she got up the evidence clearly in her hands as she picked it up off of the floor. "yes." She supposed there was no point hiding it now and if she still managed to get out of here without her little guy being discovered she'd be in good spirits. One bullet dodged is better than none. If his partner wasn't interested in speaking with her she wasn't going to force it, she knew how much she hated to be made to herself from time to time. She tapped the flute with two fingers before motioning with a tilt of her head to the cash register. Hopefully the employee would get the message and choose not to reprimand her. "Claraaaaa heeeeeelp me." His whinny voice caused the poor violated instrument to vibrate in a strained noise. She supposed she could find someone somewhere someday who wanted one of those... and if not it could be Flynn's new sleeping area. At the moment she had him in a basket with newspaper, her parents wouldn't allow her to give him anything more than that and considering she wasn't paying the bills.. she couldn't argue with them just yet. He was happy sleeping on the naked floor though anyway so she wasn't too worried. She was worried however that soon her eardrums would bleed or her heart would ache. There would surely be water works and embarrassment if she didn't play her cards right. She wasn't cunning enough to even know what that meant let alone play someone. She frowned before throwing her pesky Digimon a somewhat harsh glance. Clara felt like she needed to work on her serious face because as of this very moment she didn't feel all that mad or intimidating. |
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Post by KAIKI HINAMORI on Feb 23, 2013 12:33:27 GMT -8
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝ YOU'RE SOMETHING DEADLY THAT I JUST CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON. ❞ WORDS 000 TAGS clara NOTES notes. | [atrb=vAlign,top] IT really was her, so was pretty obvious from the fact she held the flute. It was hard to believe someone else around would come to buy that, simply because the instrument in itself -- players of it anyway -- was pretty uncommon; it was unlikely for two to check the store at the same time because of the rarity. The assumption ended up being correct, and with that one mystery was solved. He smiled at her, pleased with the familiar and well-played little theme she had played. A friendly, peaceful smile rarely seen on this regularly spunky male's face. Nami seemed to cower further, though Kaiki wanted to get to know this woman, taking interest in her and her skill's limit. " Ah. Even for a simple theme like that, your play's great. My Digimon was first to catch it though." Honestly, Kaiki would have been delighted to listen to it a second time - his sense of hearing really being that dominant for him. He watched as she headed towards the register, glaring at her Digimon partner for messing up like that. It didn't look too mature, so it was really only natural for him to be helpless in a situation like that. Kaiki recalled when his own Digimon was just a baby, jumping around with no worry in her head (and driving the boy into quite the heavy troubles). He awkwardly laughed at the young one's request for help, though his Lunamon did not find it the least funny; she showed enough compation, simply because she could easily get there too. Speaking in a lecturing tone but pulling at the boy's pants like a child made her seem somewhat... Odd. " K-sama, it's rude to mock other's misfortune-desu! Apologize-desu!" There it was. She was perhaps cowardly and shy, but very attached to her master -- as well as motherly and caring. Kaiki really was blessed to have her for a partner, looking down to the pouting short rabbit before turning to the goo creature and bowing quickly out of forced guilt, then turning back to the female. " I-If you don't mind, could you play it again for me?" | | |
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Post by clara reedman on Feb 23, 2013 21:49:17 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]She tilted her head at the boy and pursed her lips. Was now really the best time? Well perhaps music would sooth the savage beast aka the store-hand. He looked like he was ready to go off if the deep intake of breath he just took was any indication. Wetting her lips she put the flute to them and began to play. At first her nerves had her stumbling over the notes but eventually she played crystal clear a simplified version of The Waltz of The Flowers. Ironic in a way given her name but she loved the melody since she was a child. Flynn had managed to wiggle his little butt out of the brass tube only to find said butt being apologized to, how awkward. He ignored them completely and slimmed straight over to his Clara "You ignored me didn't you?!" Now out of the trap his voice was muffled sounding stiff, probably from his pacifier shaped mouth. She ceased her playing grimacing at the trail Flynn left for her to pay for the clean up of or clean herself surely. "Don't be so rude and you got out didn't you?" He liked to get into trouble so far be it for her to rain on his parade. He'd complain no matter what she did or didn't do anyway. Why couldn't he be adorable like he was when they were alone? Although she was starting to piece together that his cute face is actually his bored one, shame cause it really does pull on her heartstrings. Sheepishly shifting her weight between her two legs while holding the flute dead center of her lap her cheeks had a pink tinge to them. She didn't even know where to begin when listing what was making her feel the sudden need to crawl under a rock. Preforming, a rambunctious Pabumon, the employee giving her the stink eye, take your pick. "He's not very well behaved yet." That was a hesitant yet if there ever was one. Flynn furiously sucking on his odd growth and blowing tiny bubbles didn't help to boost her confidence much. |
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Post by KAIKI HINAMORI on Mar 1, 2013 17:41:45 GMT -8
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] | [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝ YOU'RE SOMETHING DEADLY THAT I JUST CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON. ❞ WORDS 000 TAGS clara NOTES notes. | [atrb=vAlign,top] JUST as he thought, her play was great. Waltz of the Flowers wasn't one of his favorites, but as a fellow classic music learning man he knew that one quite well not only for its popularity, but beyond it. This cover version of it was well-played, displaying the skill he sought for. A simple melody but amazing skill, clear as could be and lively yet calm as expected. It was soothing enough, Kaiki found it almost perfect. If only the few stutters in the beginning didn't kill it for him. The sound earlier definitely came from her, and for letting him listen to such wonderful skill displayed, he was more than willing to help her out, though not entirely had a good way to do such. Despite the fact he was ignored by the little Pabumon, Kaiki was not in the mood to be down now. Nami was surprised to see her partner for once ignoring the fact he was ignored by a small Digimon, feeling somewhat odd about this and getting the odd nudge that her partner's up to no good here again. He approached the angry employee occupied by the mess caused by this innocent woman of godly flute skills and her little ignorant Digimon partner, deciding to make some of the stress disappear. The first thing that came to his mind was, obviously, his own expenses used positively in this situation. " How much did you say this flute costs?" He asked, pushing out of his pocket a leather wallet, opened to reveal mainly a few Yen bills and a credit card popping out of one of the rooms. He was seriously going to pay for the flute, and decide on the piano he wanted later on. There was always time, and if he could perhaps get this woman to help him choose the right one and vibe - as his hearing seemed to be too selective - maybe they could end up getting along after this. The angry salesman needed to be distracted for the moment, and Kaiki knew more than one way of doing such. Nami however, developed a suspicion. " ... K-sama...?" | | |
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