verse one is video

[allsongs]

[she's humming from the start — soft, lengthy notes. her eyes are cast down, focused on the keys, looking to find the right ones to give her back all the pictures and voices she's gotten to see and hear this whole time. she sends brief, expectant glances up to the screen, mouth pursing a bit the longer it stays black and quiet.

you futuristic realms and your technologies. gosh.

she lets out a sigh, combing hair back behind her ear. the last note of her idle hum ends a little unsatisfied. hmnh...

the words she murmurs have no translation the technology can pick up, but the tone isn't foreign. she just wants to hear you talk.]

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[hardbody]

[ey, it's that lady.] Simmaeri.

[allsongs]

Zelgadis. [ain't no mistaking that face. she smiles, pleased to see someone familiar.] Hello.

[hardbody]

[REMEMBERING WHAT A TOOL HE MADE OF HIMSELF ... ] Er, are you finding your way all right?

[allsongs]

[she tilts her head a little, still smiling fondly. a small shake of the head. are you pops up a lot, she's noticed, but the rest is still a mystery.]

[hardbody]

[hmmm. well, at least she's got the name and the greeting down.] You really can't speak a common language at all, can you? Maybe you're trying to learn by immersion?

[allsongs]

Immersion? [her eyes squint just slightly. matching his cadence:] Maybe you're trying to learn by immersion? [eyebrows lift. what's that mean?]

[video]

[chisonooggi]

That's really nice. You don't hear a lot of people on the network singing! Or... humming, I guess. I don't think people are happy enough that they want to sing.

[allsongs]

[her eyes crinkle a little with a subdued smile. good. someone speaking, as she wanted. a friendly tone, at that.

she herself goes quiet, leaning closer toward the screen, attentive.]

[chisonooggi]

[She really doesn't notice the whole... not talking thing. Since Xion can be pretty good at talking, at times.]

I don't really sing... um. I don't sing well? I've heard a lot of good people who sing, though. I really like music. There's so much of it here! Everyone thinks this place is scary and dark, but even in the dark, people like music.

[allsongs]

[her smile warms as the other goes on. it's a charming little voice, she thinks. young, hopeful. a little timid, but kind. honest, she thinks.

her head tilts just slightly, very invested in watching as well as listening. sing and music she says a lot, and Simmaeri can only wonder what those two words mean. she'll know eventually.]

[chisonooggi]

They have music on the radio, too! [Says cheerfully.] never really heard that, before. I heard someone on a radio once, but it wasn't really the same as people singing. They were talking, and I couldn't stay there to listen.

[What else.] I have... well, he's not my friend, but he worked with me, and he would play a sitar. It's like this guitar thing? But bigger.

[allsongs]

[radio. listen. friend. sitar. guitar. many new arrangements of sounds, many new words. Simmaeri's relishing in this, entertained by the girl's cadence, tone, and energy. the young were the best of teachers, she's found over the ages; so willing to share and make their voices heard. as well they should. it was silly, the lengths some grown men went to stifle themselves, hiding from the words that would make their wants and needs better known.

she gives an approving hum, nodding, encouraging more.]

text;

[boughtabookstore]

Do you know how to use the computer?

[allsongs]

[her gaze flickers toward the fresh words on the screen only briefly; it's not what she was looking for, and not something she can understand.

her fingers glide across keys in attempt to find what she wants.]

voice;

[boughtabookstore]

[ This is going to be another Artika situation, isn't it. ]

Did you need help?

[allsongs]

[ah. there we go. she gives a small, pleased smile, lifting her hand away from the keys. good.]

Hello.

[boughtabookstore]

Hello.

Were you looking for something?

[allsongs]

[she squints a little, pondering the question. you what?

and, as the silence goes on, she worries her chance to hear more is waning.]

More.

Video;

[onemoredeath]

[ His smile is a little softer then the one he uses for anyone else, and he seems to be outside some where, a hat pulled down over his ears. ]

Ah, Simmaeri, how are you today?

[allsongs]

[her expression brightens, seeing and hearing a familiar face/voice. she smiles warmly.]

Takegami Teijirou. Hello.

[onemoredeath]

Hello. [ He shapes the word like a caress, smiling a little more as he does so. ]

You're still learning English, aren't you?

[allsongs]

[a pleased little hum, tilting her head a little as she listens. she's still curious to discern whether or not some of the things he says are actually a part of the language she's heard all this time.]

[onemoredeath]

[ He laughs quietly, shaking his head. ]

I guess you are.

( Video )

[septim]

Simmaeri. It's nice to speak with you in human form. [ A dragon's voice is too harsh for this occasion. ]

[allsongs]

[oh?

her eyes squint, and a vague familiarity rings. nobody she's spoken to before, that voice, but one she's heard on the machine. a chance for more. good. yet one who knows her name? curious. she'll have to investigate.

her head bows.]

Hello.