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thefarshore2017-12-14 08:52 am
priforprince) wrote in thefarshore2017-12-14 08:52 am
Video ♔ Enemies and allies are both meaningless
From: Apollo
Date: September 19
[ Veterans of the Far Shore might remember a day when the BBS's video function was set to autoplay. It's happening again.
With a flashy light show and a flourish of what sounds like a full orchestra (with plenty of trumpets), red curtains pull back, and -
Here's Hibiki. Standing in a spotlight on a stage. Chandeliers hang twinkling from the ceiling. She's dressed to impress in full prince splendor.
She holds her arms out wide. ]
[ Golden confetti bursts from cannons on either side of her. ]
The rules are simple. [ To punctuate this sentence even further than she just did by using two English words in one Japanese phrase, Hibiki holds up a hand. Above it, an illusion of a pop-up window floats. It has a single button on it: "Like!" ]
Upon all performances' conclusion, a voting page shall appear. "Like" the entertainer whose performance most moved your heart. As you all remember, whoever receives the most "likes" will receive an extravagant prize.
[ The words "A DAY WITH SHIKYOIN HIBIKI" appear in golden script above her head. With blinking arrows pointing in case you didn't know who SHIKYOIN HIBIKI was. ]
Now, let's begin. May this backwater Heaven resound with clashes between true divinity!
[ Hibiki herself begins to glow. So brightly, that the screen whites out.
And when it comes back into focus, the first performer is onstage. And Hibiki is giving her an introduction in the comments below. ]
[[ Voting is forthcoming once all performances have been shared. Feel free to respond to each of the performances, or (once all the top-levels are up) comment replying to Hibiki.
All special effects are provided courtesy of Hibiki's illusion god power, either through offstage coordination or Hibiki having an uncannily keen sense of how her idols want her to ad-lib. She will have a headache later. ]]
Date: September 19
[ Veterans of the Far Shore might remember a day when the BBS's video function was set to autoplay. It's happening again.
With a flashy light show and a flourish of what sounds like a full orchestra (with plenty of trumpets), red curtains pull back, and -
Here's Hibiki. Standing in a spotlight on a stage. Chandeliers hang twinkling from the ceiling. She's dressed to impress in full prince splendor.
She holds her arms out wide. ]
[ Golden confetti bursts from cannons on either side of her. ]
The rules are simple. [ To punctuate this sentence even further than she just did by using two English words in one Japanese phrase, Hibiki holds up a hand. Above it, an illusion of a pop-up window floats. It has a single button on it: "Like!" ]
Upon all performances' conclusion, a voting page shall appear. "Like" the entertainer whose performance most moved your heart. As you all remember, whoever receives the most "likes" will receive an extravagant prize.
[ The words "A DAY WITH SHIKYOIN HIBIKI" appear in golden script above her head. With blinking arrows pointing in case you didn't know who SHIKYOIN HIBIKI was. ]
Now, let's begin. May this backwater Heaven resound with clashes between true divinity!
[ Hibiki herself begins to glow. So brightly, that the screen whites out.
And when it comes back into focus, the first performer is onstage. And Hibiki is giving her an introduction in the comments below. ]
[[ Voting is forthcoming once all performances have been shared. Feel free to respond to each of the performances, or (once all the top-levels are up) comment replying to Hibiki.
All special effects are provided courtesy of Hibiki's illusion god power, either through offstage coordination or Hibiki having an uncannily keen sense of how her idols want her to ad-lib. She will have a headache later. ]]
KUROYUKIHIME
Re: KUROYUKIHIME
And there can only be one
And at last I am here...
[ Her voice rings through the darkness, bright and clear without any accompaniment. But the melody starts with a flourish and light that starts as a trickle before it bathes the stage like a flight of hundreds of white butterflies. Hime stands in the center, her coord a midnight blue and purple number with fuscia accents. The ribbons trailing from her wrists and the butterfly hairpin she wears as well as the train trailing from her obi flutter as she walks, adding an almost wavelike cadence to her stride. The cloth swirls around her as she turns, one arm outstretched to allow her sleeve to join the flow. ]
Why can't I even breathe
standing in the wreckage
The rain, a lullaby and so I close my eyes...
[ Her expression as she begins her song again is... unreadable. Her eyes are closed as she sings, her voice soft and almost a lonely whisper into the microphone. As she continues, her voice grows louder. A clear... anger building in her voice. Sadness, anger, regret... but there's resolve building. As if she's holding back the urge to just explode right there and then. ]
All that I miss, it's infinite
And so I see
Tomorrow's come with a new sun
Waiting for me.
[ Perhaps it's intentional but she seems to toss a flirty little smile, punctuated with a small wink in whatever direction Hibiki is. Whatever melancholy was on her face is overwritten. She looks elated, joyful... almost at peace when she takes another turn, the white butterflies kicked up by her movements and the current of her trailing ribbons. Her turns are lively, her body moving with the quickening rhythm and making the flowing ribbons looking like wings. ]
The one and only has come
And there can only be one
And at last I am here...
[ Maybe the wink was a signal. Because it's what precedes her reaching the edge of the stage. Time to put that private lesson to good use. ]
Making Drama
Switch -- on!
[ Another flash of light and Hime is found in a giant gilded cage, sitting in the middle. Her head is lowered, her eyes closed, her body limp in its upright position like a marionette without her strings. Black roses wind around the cage's thin golden bars. ]
I was called to fly free. My wings are clipped--
[ Her voice resonates like an echo as her head lifts, seeing a single rose fall from the top of the cage and onto her lap. This one is silver.
Her song continues in the background, muted: "There is a part of me/that wants to forgive you/But I will not forget - I can't understand yet". ]
No longer!
[ Another flash of light from the rose as it turns into a sword: a silver glittering rapier. She rises up, slashing the bars which causes the cage to fall apart. ]
I shall not be a prisoner to my sorrow.
ARISE, KING OF NEBULUS!
[ With that, she stands triumphant amongst the ruins of the cage and the black roses that fell from the bars around her.
Stirred by PriPara... she can't help but feel that no truer words have been spoken. It seems Celepara - no, Pripara has become her new focus. She didn't think she'd ever get used to performing on stage or singing for one but it feels... cathartic. This entire performance has been... a relief to her. That haughty triumphant look melts to relief. She's found her peace.
The one and only has come
And there can only be one
And at last I am here... ]