2nd Mask [Video]

[cantreadmypokerface]

Good evening to all who see this.

[Kokoro's mask has a very...serious expression on it today. Which means she's going to get right down to business.]

I am seeking those interested in theatrics. From performing to costuming.

[Translated? She's disappointed that there's no theatre club. She wants to change that.]

If you are interested, please respond with your experience and what performances you have seen or scripts you have read.

That is all for today.

[And of course, she ends the feed with an overly dramatic bow.]

Comments

[video]

[kickstart_my_heart]

Admittedly, I haven't done a lot of OFFICIAL stuff, but... I love to perform! Doing street shows with my yoyo is how I got by in my vagabond days!

[video]

[cantreadmypokerface]

A yoyo?

[She just needs to clarify that. She doesn't recall there ever being a play that involved a yoyo.]

[kickstart_my_heart]

Yep! Using my powers, I can do some amazing stuff.

[cantreadmypokerface]

Like what?

Will they help put on a play that fully grasps the attention of the audience?

[kickstart_my_heart]

I dunno about that, but they sure do grab attention. But it's something better demonstrated than explained.

[cantreadmypokerface]

Then demonstrate.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour?

[cantreadmypokerface]

Very well. I shall be there.

[transition into action]

[kickstart_my_heart]

-She'd find Bridget outside as said, idly playing with his yoyo. He rather liked the cute new winter clothes he collected over Christmas, though he tolerated the cold more than some...-

[cantreadmypokerface]

[Kokoro was more or less dressed for the weather. She had a jacket, but she's still wearing a skirt, and she has no gloves. Her mask was as expressionless as her face for the moment.]

I am here.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Alright. You ready for a show? -Bridget pulled out a yoyo, and then another, rolling them both just to get a sense for the timing and wrist movement...-

[cantreadmypokerface]

[Kokoro blinks. Wasn't that what she was here for?]

Go on.

[kickstart_my_heart]

-Bridget gives a nod, starting with twirling both rapidly for a moment. Before long, one of them stopped dead still, against all physical odds, and Bridget used the momentum of the string to propel himself in an enclosing circle around the still yoyo, eventually perching on the toes of a single foot, balancing on the frozen object as he continued to spin the other.-

[cantreadmypokerface]

[Kokoro watches silently as he begins, not wanting to interrupt and disrupt his act. She'd have to admit that's a little impressive, even if it wasn't really what she was looking for. The mask she was half-wearing wavers for a moment as the expression on it changes to one of mild surprise.]

[kickstart_my_heart]

-Bridget fires the second yoyo even higher, freezing it in place and pulling himself into an acrobatic twirl. Four? Five rotations? It was hard to tell. He used the strings to keep twirling himself about, though, until he released both yoyos from their frozen state, landing in the snow gracefully and pulling both back to his hand with a bow.-

[cantreadmypokerface]

[She continues to watch diligently until he's finished. Kokoro even offers a slow, respectful clap.]

...impressive.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Thank you, thank you! Glad you enjoyed it, miss!

[cantreadmypokerface]

You're welcome.

That must have taken much practice.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Quite a bit! But it helped me learn how to use my powers.

[cantreadmypokerface]

Two birds, one stone. Right?

[She's pretty sure that's the saying. If only her own were that easy to use.]

[kickstart_my_heart]

Right! Well, what do you think, though?

[cantreadmypokerface]

It's interesting, but I am not sure how that would fit into a proper play.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Ah.

... True, I hadn't thought about that.

[cantreadmypokerface]

Have you any interest in performing in a play?

[kickstart_my_heart]

Anything to get in front of an audience!

[cantreadmypokerface]

If you haven't already, I would suggest looking at works of famous playwrights from different cultures.

[kickstart_my_heart]

What, like Shakespeare and stuff?

[cantreadmypokerface]

He's one I would recommend. I can send you a list of others later.

[kickstart_my_heart]

Please do, because I'm a bit lost when it comes to traditional theatre.

[cantreadmypokerface]

I shall teach you well, then.

[She's...actually pretty pleased by this idea.]

[kickstart_my_heart]

Sounds like something worth looking forward to!

[cantreadmypokerface]

I'm glad you're looking forward to it.

[Even if she can't smile, at least her mask can.]

[gregorydeegan]

HE grinned, seeing the video message, and sent a reply of his own. He got into his Oblivion Folder gear - only real men wear pink - and hit record once he was set.

The camera clicked on with him, and his axe, ready to rock. Way too much headroom, though. White fire filled him, spiking his red hair as he drew his hand across the strings of the guitar. He launched into Sword of the Centuries, singing his heart out. There was a reason that the concert went so well. Okay, there were several. For all Gregory thought he would never be as good as his father, he was still quite talented, and could have made a career of this himself, if he chose to. From there her went right into First Dragon, and as soon as he got to the line "The first dragon still lives and flies!", up he flew as well, which would explain why there had been so much headroom in the shot. Now he was still in frame, as he finished the song, hovering.

"Thank you for your consideration," he said after the last note faded, then he landed and turned off the video.

[cantreadmypokerface]

[When it comes to music, Kokoro is horribly old fashioned, much preferring softer, mood setting themes performed by an orchestra or traditional instruments.]

That is not what I am looking for.

[gregorydeegan]

And he let it go, with a shrug, not sending another video, and climbing into his couch fort. He knew he wasn't as good as his father. He wasn't good enough to make it on his own. So... he needed a band. That was all there was to it. Tomorrow. For today, couch fort sulking. For tomorrow, a band.