feonixe | voicetesting ver 2.0

[ He's seen this girl three times already.

Sure, he did remember that an artist would be coming to the school. He was the client this time, a strangely ironic reversal of circumstance in that he was the one commissioning them for an album cover. Saotome-san had said it would be a good start to solidifying his own personal identity, if anything else. Except the headmaster didn't quite mention that said artist would be Mashiro Shiina, a girl of about his age. Someone who embarked on their career from young... now, isn't that familiar.

So when he passes her for about the third time after school - two people looking for each other, he finally stops to start a conversation. ]

Excuse me. Might you be Shiina Mashiro?

[ Certainly seems like her, with what she was carrying under her arm - but it could just be music scores, who knows. If anything, this is the third time he has seen her, and he's confident enough of his facial recognition abilities to venture something that should not be a mistake. ]

[She's probably seen him those same three times too, but didn't quite register her in her head of the possibility that he is Tokiya Ichinose. Mostly because now she's just admiring how vast this academy is and she could imagine a story that could be set here! MAYBE! Well just the setting. She can't imagine the characters yet.

Mashiro turns when he speaks, giving him a blank look as she nods.]

Yes. What is your name? [Well, now that someone stopped her, she might as well ask him the important question. She takes out a slip of paper, written on it his name.]

And...I need to find Ichinose Tokiya. Do you know him?

[Ah.]

Edited (i typoed the subject LOL) 2015-06-02 08:20 (UTC)

That would be me.

[ He has half a mind to fold his arms and possibly start unconsciously judging her, but at least they've found each other and wouldn't be wandering around like lost ducks. ]

You are here for the commission work, yes?

[ Just to check. If he could get this done fast enough before evening, it would be good. ]

[Oh, that was easy.] I found you finally. [NO YOU DIDN'T, HE DID, GOD.] It's nice to meet you, Ichinose Tokiya.

[She takes out her portfolio and holds it out to him. It includes some works like this or these]

What is your colour?

[ Are they really.... going to.... just.... discuss this right in the middle of the corridor. ]

Pleasure to meet you too. [ Whatever. He's just going to roll with it - the homeroom is too far away right now anyway. ]

Indigo, or violet. Something between blue and purple. [ Taking out his phone, so he can show her his phone case. Haruka gave it to him, so of course he has to carry it around... ]

What do you have in mind?

[ Looking through her art now. Aren't these watercolours? ]

[You bet. She's not moving until he tells her too, actually.]

Indigo or violet... [He gave her an answer so quickly, so he is definitely sure of himself. She looks at the phone case and nods.] You're a dreamer.

[And damn right these are watercolours.]

Your songs...what feeling do you get when you sing them?

[ She gets one slightly raised eyebrow. ]

Why would you say that?

[ Returning it to his pocket now. It's a plain case, without any designs; since Haruka knew that he preferred plain things. Most people would not call him a dreamer - he was too stoic and perhaps realistic for that. To have it come from a stranger is... well. It is more than unexpected. ]

I'm afraid you will need to be more specific in your question.

[Just by his colour alone! That's how she feels anyway. Who knows what a genius is thinking (in her case, probably about cake).]

That's what I think when you told me your colour. You are sure. [And he has dreams that he's totally aiming to achieve.]

How do you feel? [This is hard for her to describe, since when she paints, she's just lost into that world.] I want my painting to be of your feelings. Not just a picture of you.

[ She's asking a lineface tsun to tell him her feelings.

Nope, not happening. ]

Well, that would depend on what the song is. [ Different ones have different atmospheres and need different emotions. ]

I suppose you would want to ask about the song which needs the cover?

[Damn right she is. Don't think she hasn't dealt with you tsuns before!!!

She just uses obliviousness...

Have a nod at his question.]

Can you sing it?

[ She's almost as bad as Haruka... maybe. ]

Right here?

[ Why is this girl so... weird. ]

The reverb isn't right. We will need to go somewhere else.

[Haruka at least has Shame. Mashiro on the other hand...

She was fine with it being right then and there too, heck she draws anywhere if she needed to. But if he insists...

Mashiro moves over to his side so that she can follow him.]

[ Really now.

Really.

Tokiya waits to see if she would actually say anything - and when she doesn't, he just sighs and starts walking.

The recording room is free for them to use, since he had intended to come here afterwards and booked the room. He leads her inside without a single word, not finding anything necessary to say until the door closes with a click behind them. ]

You will be able to hear with those. [ Indicating the headphones on a hanger next to the mixer. ] Try not to touch the controls.

[ He seems to have entirely missed the point that she was asking for his feelings instead of her own impressions of his music. ]

[Ya rly. There's nothing strange about this at all to her, so she follows without a word. Not even worry about the silence, it's not at all awkward. It does give her some time to study his back, in any case.

As urged, she takes the headphones and puts it on. Not like she understands what any of the controls means anyway.

But yes, he totally missed the point. She's just going along with it because she thought this is going to lead somewhere.

Still, she gives him a thumbs up to tell him she's ready.]

[ It will probably lead somewhere, except the route to that somewhere is very long. Feelings are hard for tsunderes, okay.

In any case, he starts up the instrumental equipment before going in. What follows is a stage-quality rendition of his audition song. If Mashiro pays attention to how he actually sings it, she would be able to tell that his normally reserved expression changes. He actually looks happy.

However, he is serious again once he pushes open the studio door and returns to the recording room. ]

Is that enough for you?

[It's okay, she'll help him get there too since she knows that feelings are hard, and she's not even a tsundere (she's just lost).

She listens very carefully, watching his every movement and expression. This is someone who really loves singing. It's a strong feeling, and very slightly she sways with the music because she can sense his passion.

Once he comes out, she gives a tiny clap.]

How do you feel?

[She can't tell him how she felt about it, that would contaminate the answer.

Also she already knows how he feels, she just wants to know what he says. Because she wants to learn about feelings too (even tsun feelings, that shit's popular for manga).]

[ He looks ever so slightly surprised when she asks that - but just slightly, and he recovers swiftly as if nothing had happened at all. ]

You need me to put it down in words?

[ Feelings aren't something that's so easily said just like that... especially since it's a touch embarrassing for this particular song. ]

[Feelings are pretty hard, but he's someone who sings about feelings all the time, just check out those lyrics. Here she thinks he might have a better understanding on feelings than she does, in any case.

Well, it's just more out of curiosity, anyway.]

In any way you can.

[ FINE, FINE. He's gonna do it. ]

Well. [ does he really have to say this ] I suppose plain happiness doesn't cut it?

[ really ]

It is my graduation audition song. Of course, I would have quite the strong feelings about it.

[ no he can't do it... not in front of a total stranger ]

You looked happy.

[HE'S GONNA DO IT, SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM.

But ah, it's based around sentiments. And maybe youth? They make a big deal about youth and everything in Japan, she still hasn't been able to experience all that youth since arriving from England.]

I've never had a graduation audition before. [Her school life has been pretty all over the place, so she can't remember what happens in graduations, let alone this notion of graduation auditions.]

Did you write it?

[Bingo.]

My partner did.

[ Why this... Why is she asking him this question. Why. ]

In Saotome Academy, students taking the idol course are paired up with students taking composer courses. [ So his partner is a composer, he doesn't have to say that right??? ]

It's the effort of both our works.

[ is he blushing??? ]

[Because she wants to learn everything, indulge her, god.]

Partner to a composer...

[Hmm, this sounds like Misaki-senpai and Mitaka-senpai: an animator and a scriptwriter. Not to mention they're in love. Ooooh myyyyy.]

I understand now. It's beautiful.

[Also he's blushing. WELL NOW. She moves over closer to just look him over, that's some really rosy cheeks going on there.]

[ He's just gonna

back away a bit

because this is a little Uncomfortable and he isn't good enough at self-control to stop blushing yet!! okay maybe he can but it's only because Haruka isn't actually here. ]

Is that all?

[ please don't ask him any other embarrassing questions... ]

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[Sorry, wtf is boundaries she doesn't get it.

She's mentally taking down notes...this is inspirational, but for a whole different thing. She's still got work to do.]

Yes.

...Come with me.

[Wait these two things kind of contradict.]

[ They certainly do, so she gets this: ]

What for?

[ He's not folding his arms (yet), but he probably won't budge unless she gives him a good reason. ]

pls be gentle with me i'm still learning

gently holds hand

ty - i noticed

weeps into your shoulder

these two...

ganbatte you two...

they need it...

esp to smile, god.

both linefaces...

we believe in you two

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