rakuen | (no subject)

Characters: Euphemia and you~
Format: prose, action
This log is: open!
Location: The gym!
Summary: Euphemia realizes she's forgotten how to dance.
Warnings: Will update as necessary!

Euphemia is walking up and down the gymnasium, looking quite lost. On her feet are a pair of ballet slippers. She seems to start to do something before falling back, unsure and dazed. This goes on for quite a while, the girl sighing quietly to herself with every try.

"Ah… how strange…" she says to herself. Though she figures it isn't that strange. After all, bigger chunks of her memories are missing. Euphie frowns, and tries to focus. She closes her eyes, slowly steps forwards. Yes, try to-- to rely on muscle memory, rather than brain memory.

She moves to stand on her toes, taking a few light steps, uneasy and legs quivering. But that ends itself rather quick as she topples over-- possibly onto you! Or the floor, depending, and she falls hard, letting out a squeak of surprise as she does it.

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"It's good to meet you too," she replies. "And... you shouldn't fight if you don't want to. This place isn't very fair, I'm sorry."

"Euphemia," she laughs again. "Sherlock is a lovely name."

Ah, yes... Sorry if it's out of line for me to ask, but have you lost anything like this?

"Thank you. Yours is equally lovely. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Euphemia."

"Y-yeah... I found some Weapon people who didn't want to fight, so I'm protecting them." He only had four so far, though. He hoped this would work...

"Um, who's your Player, Euphie?"

"Thank you," she says slowly, smiling. "It's a shame our meeting wasn't more... well," Euphie laughs. "Less clumsy."

"Very noble!" she smiles. "My player is someone I knew back home... Suzaku Kururugi. Have you met him? He's very nice."

"It turned out all right in the end," he observes with a shrug. "Were you dancing?"

"I was trying, but I can't quite remember how... I think it's one of the things they took from me."

"No, I haven't. But that's good!" Fletcher smiles back at her. "Everyone seems really nice, so I guess nothing bad's going to happen to any of the Weapons, right?"

Sherlock nods.

"I lost the feeling of playing the violin. I can still produce music, but afterward the only part I remember clearly is the sound."

[Oh. Right, he should've known that. Give him a moment to feel stupid before he answers, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Yeah. Probably haven't figured out most of them but I can't remember why I play tennis or who my best friend is. [He pauses, then gives this awkward little smile.] I had forgotten my mom's face too but a- [pause] ... some guy got me a charm so I remember that now.

"Yes," she agrees. "It's good that kind people were chosen as players."

"The violin! How wonderful," she says. "It's a beautiful instrument... I'm sorry you lost that. Were you passionate?"

Ah, charms--! My Player bought me two. I remembered my mother's face as well, and the smell of the grass.

I hope you can get charms and regain your memories as quickly as possible, Kevin. It's not fair that they've been taken from us as if they were toys.

Smell of the grass? They take away little things like that too? [Have a blank stare as he has this horrid thought that maybe he's not as normal/lucky as he thought he was.]

"Right!" He nods.

"So, um-- Where're you from, Euphie? I'm from Xenotime." He could be going back to his basketball, but he really doesn't feel like it. The last basket he'd tried to shoot had ended with the ball hitting him in the head.

Apparently they do... I was surprised as well. I wouldn't even have noticed something like that... I didn't, not until it came back to me.

"Xenotime... I haven't heard of it, I'm sorry." She smiles apologetically, but continues. "I'm from Britannia. What is Xenotime like?"

Xenotime is pretty small, so he's not surprised. "I haven't heard of Britannia," he replies. "Ah, but Xenotime is really nice. It's really small and in the middle of the desert, but me and my brother are growing plants there."

... oh. [And then Kevin falls silent. He seems speculative but his face has taken on a slightly... embarrassed look.] Uh, can I ask a question?

"I suppose you could say that, yes. I still practise every chance I get." Whimsically, he adds, "When you remember how to dance, I'll play for you."

It has not honestly occurred to him that this line of conversation might be considered flirting.

[ she looks at him curiously, nodding once ] Yes, that's fine.

"That would be lovely," she says, smiling wide. "I wouldn't mind hearing you play any other time as well... it's such a difficult instrument, but you seem like you have it down just right."

And Euphemia is equally as oblivious.

She pauses momentarily, thrown by how someone couldn't have heard of Britannia, but continues on.

"You're a gardener, then? How lovely! What kind of plants did you grow?"

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