[Sometimes you have had a busy week of having way too many questions, way too many scared people, a big trauma and a lot of people sticking their hand in your chest. It's time to go mess with the piano.
He's on his way in when he spots the "student" of his marching right through with some sort of instrument cradled in their arms. Huh.]
Lilia. [It's called out before he shuts himself away, crossing the distance.] Strange, I didn't know you played music. What have you got there?
[Shoulders relaxing, he starts to pluck away quietly at the piano. Phrases of a piece he already knows, mostly to test if the poor thing's still in tune.]
Mine's accounted for, yes. Peridot is not a very... close-knit sort of group. Definitely not the sort to join hands and cooperate. But I've been trying to keep my eye out for the more timid of our troupe regardless to make sure they are not being forgotten.
[The trial comes to an explosive end, and the Troupe is left to scatter. Lilia doesn't waste much time making his retreat, heading along towards the dorms.
His pace is stuttered and breathing tense, and even as covered as he is it's hard to miss that his lip is split and that multiple parts of his face and neck are starting to blossom with bruising.
He doesn't even notice Lilia at first as he drops from the stairwells into the hall for the grand theatre, a tired attempt to try and take a look over the seats and stage. Looking, observing, and not really finding anyone of note, before turning himself around and--
--oh.]
...Lilia?
Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come up. Was something the matter?
[He'll pick up the pace, and because the trial did not involve all that much physical exertion on his part, he's able to come along quite quickly to examine Solomon from close up.]
Oh, this...? [His laugh is weak.] An unfortunate disagreement, that's all. Ah, though I guess it's... probably starting to look a little colorful right now, isn't it?
[He raises one of his hands to his left temple where the color is already the most vibrant, immediately wincing at the touch.]
Besides the neck wounds: his lower lip is split, and there's bruising from multiple angles along his jaw, temple, nose and the underside of his face. Whatever blood there was has long since dried and been wiped off.]
Temper, please...
If you really were so insistent, you could have just asked.
[No he is not trying to divert this so he can go by himself later what are you talking about]
WEEK ONE - THURSDAY
He's on his way in when he spots the "student" of his marching right through with some sort of instrument cradled in their arms. Huh.]
Lilia. [It's called out before he shuts himself away, crossing the distance.] Strange, I didn't know you played music. What have you got there?
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[Turning with a - that's a zither. He has no idea it's a zither but that's what it is.]
I'm not quite sure myself. It reminds me a little of some instruments I saw in the east, though.
[He's having a good time.]
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Ah, I've seen ones similar to these before, but I can't seem to remember what they're called... Interesting.
I was on my way over to the grand piano room, if you wanted some company.
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[But he doesn't seem opposed to following!]
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[Here, he'll hold that practice room door open just for you!]
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Have you spoken with Tsukasa at all? He's quite talented at it.
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Is he? We've met, but it was more for an arts and crafts project, not anything musical.
He did seem rather interested in theater, though. Passionately, even.
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According to him, his mother teaches it. He even showed off a little for me.
[He'll find a seat to begin plucking away experimentally at the zither.]
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[He moves over to the piano to adjust the seat and lift the cover for the keys, though he does pause in thought.]
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You know, while we are here... Lilia, have you had someone to do your rose task with yet?
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What of you?
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[Shoulders relaxing, he starts to pluck away quietly at the piano. Phrases of a piece he already knows, mostly to test if the poor thing's still in tune.]
Mine's accounted for, yes. Peridot is not a very... close-knit sort of group. Definitely not the sort to join hands and cooperate. But I've been trying to keep my eye out for the more timid of our troupe regardless to make sure they are not being forgotten.
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[Plink plink plink, slowly but surely he's figuring out the notes.]
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Many of ours are very withdrawn in talking to one another openly, even the outgoing. It really does make it very hard to get to know them better.
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WEEK ONE FRIDAY POST-TRIAL
And who should he meet along the way but...?]
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His pace is stuttered and breathing tense, and even as covered as he is it's hard to miss that his lip is split and that multiple parts of his face and neck are starting to blossom with bruising.
He doesn't even notice Lilia at first as he drops from the stairwells into the hall for the grand theatre, a tired attempt to try and take a look over the seats and stage. Looking, observing, and not really finding anyone of note, before turning himself around and--
--oh.]
...Lilia?
Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come up. Was something the matter?
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I'll say. What in the world happened to you?
[He'll pick up the pace, and because the trial did not involve all that much physical exertion on his part, he's able to come along quite quickly to examine Solomon from close up.]
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[He raises one of his hands to his left temple where the color is already the most vibrant, immediately wincing at the touch.]
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[Just throwing that guess out there as he examines the wounds.]
You're a mess. Let's at least find you someplace to rest.
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[He'll lean down to let them fuss, but he doesn't look like he's about to be led.]
Will you force me, if I say no?
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[He'll reach to grab Solomon by the collar, dragging him down further with a firm, surprisingly strong grip.]
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With Solomon's collar pulled into his fist, it's easier to see the long stretches of purple on his neck right at his throat.
His hands immediately go up in fake surrender.]
Wh-whoa, whoa -- ggh -- please, Lilia, do you have to be so forceful? O-ow...
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Then don't test me.
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Besides the neck wounds: his lower lip is split, and there's bruising from multiple angles along his jaw, temple, nose and the underside of his face. Whatever blood there was has long since dried and been wiped off.]
Temper, please...
If you really were so insistent, you could have just asked.
[No he is not trying to divert this so he can go by himself later what are you talking about]
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[But hey, maybe Solomon would find it fun to get physically dragged around by a 5'2" man.]
ok now that we have completed that other pc: hello
[Oddly clipped.
Maybe he can find a direction to get past him. Or to run. Would he need to run? CAN he run right now? Hm. It's tempting.]
why hello there :3c
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