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[ex_fatalist246]

[A mechanist is on the Plane with a work of art: a singing doll. With a nighingale's wings, of course, because when has a Hikari passed up an opportunity to add wings to a work of art? He slips the lock into the wind up and turns it, the finishing touch.

And then he remembers who he is. He frowns and says, very very quietly,] Damn.

[And as if waiting for his words as opposed to the action, the singing doll’s eyes open up and she smiles at her mechanist.]

[And then she remembers who she is, too. She smiles even more, assuming this is some kind of game] This is pretty different, huh?

[The frown doesn’t go away.] No. Do you know who you are?

[She seriously considers this] Hm, well, I’d say that right now I’m your creation. I didn’t even know you could do things like that. That’s pretty impressive. [she stretches her arms and then stretches out to touch her toes before standing up straight again] We’re usually from different worlds though. This isn’t too bad though, right?

It’s an experiment. [He adjusts his very 19th century glasses.] And I don’t know how to make it stop.

[ooc: Satoshi the clockmaker from The Nightingale and Miku the mechanical singing bird he made for the Emperor.]

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[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Did anybody call for Death?]

[...Well, she's here anyway. Staring at them from under her hood.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[frooooown] Alynn?

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

[head tilt]

Who?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Dead tone time] No. I-

[...Waiiiiit a minute, she actually manages a blink. A slow blink! But, yeah, a blink.]

...Yes?

[ex_fatalist246]

It's an experiment. Do you remember who you are?

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

[still confused and looking curiously at Cally]

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

Hm, well, if it's an experiment, maybe we just have to finish whatever they wanted us to start. After that, they won't need to do it anymore, right?

[ex_fatalist246]

It's a fairytale. The Nightingale. Do you know it?

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

[she thinks for a minute and then shakes her head]

It sounds familiar, but if I know it I can't remember right now. You should tell me about it.

[ex_fatalist246]

[a pause. Argentine read it to him a bit ago, but he thinks he remembers the story well enough] There's an emperor. He finds a nightingale and it sings to him, and it makes him happy. Some people make him a mechanical nightingale, and he sends his bird away. But the mechanical one isn't enough for him. The emperor gets sick and starts to die. When Death comes for him, his living nightingale has returned to, and her singing saves the emperor from death.

That's what I remember, anyway.

[endofruins.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[she thinks this over]

It sounds like a pretty happy ending for the emperor at least?

[ex_fatalist246]

Yeah. And for the bird.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ She's just hovering there, quietly. Wondering if word has spread any. ]

[ex_fatalist246]

[His eyes narrow at her.] Do you want something?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I'm simply bored.

[ex_fatalist246]

I'm not up for a game. Sorry. [Not sorry. Displeased.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Who said I came for a game?

[ex_fatalist246]

There are some people... who don't seem like they ever stop playing.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Boredom is a murderer.

You seem excessively cold today.

[ex_fatalist246]

Sorry about that. [He sounds emphatically not apologetic.] But boredom is a motive. It isn't a murderer.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

What makes a murderer, then?

[stillshinigami]

[Duo caught sight of that a while ago and he watched this guy put the finishing touches on the machine. Looked safe enough to him, and it was, right? But then Duo had learned quickly that you couldn't trust things to be natural here on the plane. Still, he catches the word 'experiment' and that peaks his interest. Might as well figure that out, huh?]

You need any help, man?

[ex_fatalist246]

It's fine. [Satoshi is emotionless and line-facing and he does not accept help from others. It's a thing. A very stupid thing.] It's just the Machine.