6th Submergence, Action Post open to all

[actingelegantly]

[The waves ease up on the shore with a quiet whisper, providing both backdrop and natural metronome to the smooth flow of music played on a violin. Michiru stands by the shoreline, the wind softly tugging at her hair and her dress. Her eyes are closed as she allows herself the moment of being embraced by the music and the comfort of the sea.]

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action; I couldn't resist *^*

[soulofocean]

It'd been almost an entire day of chasing after crazy, murderous stuffed toys and dealing with The City's madness. Knowing she had done well despite her current disability had been encouraging, but Umi still felt horribly exhausted. She'd used up most of her magic fighting the pesky things. And what better place to unwind from it than the one spot in the whole City where she could find peace?

As the Magic Knight of Water approached the shore, she could hear the graceful sounds of a violin mingling with the soft murmur of the waves rushing ashore.

Letting out a little gasp, Umi decided to keep silent. She couldn't see where the tune was coming from, but she closed her useless eyes and concentrated on enjoying it. It seemed in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the tide. She could feel the sea's motions inside her, as if the very ocean was dancing to this music.

action; ^.^ yay~!

[actingelegantly]

[Michiru was ever attuned to the ocean, the senshi of the deap sea always able to garner hints of feeling and information from the nature of the waves. How much of this was her senshi powers at work and how much was simple sharp intuition was never really a topic of much thought. She trusted this sense, wherever it came from.

So when the water gently reached to tickle at her toes in a gentle caress, it felt more like a friend's touch to the shoulder, getting her attention and tempting her out of her reverie.

Her eyes opened and though she kept playing, she glanced around calmly. When her eyes failed to find anyone around her, she closed them again, and focused on feeling. Someone was nearby

action; \o/ ♥

[soulofocean]

[Unable to interrupt, Umi simply listened on, more than willing to wait until whoever was playing the haunting melody finished their masterpiece.

There was something more than soothing about the way the music blended with the ocean, too. Umi could feel the communion between the musician and the waves through her own bond with the water: every ripple, every rush of foam ashore... it could almost be measured by the same cadence of that violin. This had to be someone exceptional behind that music. Someone who also understood the sea as deeply as she did. Of that she had no doubt.

Opening her heart to the waves and their motions, Umi lost herself into the tune.]

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[actingelegantly]

[If Umi was willingly lost to the tune and the sway of the ocean, she wasn't alone. Michiru too dove back into that world, and it was a while before her melody ended, gently drifting to a close, delicate notes lingering to be absorbed into the sound of the waves.

After a moment of simply gazing out at the sea, she smiled, realizing that the presence she'd felt before was still here. The sea whispered to her softly, and she spoke, her tone carefully pitched to carry towards whoever might be out there without really raising her voice much.]

"You must truly enjoy the ocean, to have stayed so long."

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[spiritofsorrow]

Since he had taken up unofficial residence in the Lighthouse, Sorrow had found the rocky shores to be a solace from the City's noise and bustle. Since the animal-craze curse, he had spent his time picking items up off the floor of his little quarters, sewing little seams into his torn pants, and cleaning the rat fur off his sheets

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[actingelegantly]

[Even so deep in her world of music and feeling, of thoughts expressed in wordless song, Michiru is aware enough to know the feeling of being watched.]

You have an appreciation for the classics?

[She asks mildly while bringing the melody to a gentle pause. As the waves fill the silence, she lowers her violin and looks to the figure.]

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[spiritofsorrow]

[He steps back slowly, calmly, but the flinch in his brow betrays his surprise. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to break the smooth sound of the water.]

I do. By all means, don't let me stop you. Your music is unearthly, something I've never heard before. Like an angel of the sea.

[I suppose that sounded...trite, he thinks with some regret, taking a step back.]

Perhaps I should go, to let you play uninterrupted?

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[actingelegantly]

[She chuckles lightly at his words. The smile she offers him is kind, and there's a glimpse of humor in her eyes]

Such poetry. I'm glad to have inspired it.

[she readies her violin again when it's clear that he's almost ready to retreat]

It's no trouble to me if you stay and enjoy my music. An artist is always grateful for the appreciation.