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genessia2019-01-29 09:26 pm
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[OTA] I see it... I like it... I want it.... I got it.
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[It’s fortunate, at least, how early her broadcast is this morning. Perhaps her agent isn’t awake just yet to see the mess that she is after an obviously restless sleep.
Not that she seems to be all that aware of her good fortune as she turns a weary face to the screen and shoves herdisheveled sleep tousled hair back from her face. Her eyes, while currently ringed with a touch of pink, seem…a bit dimmer than usual and her cheeks are flushed with frustration.
She starts to say something, then runs a hand down her face, finally settling on rubbing her temple for a moment as she decides how exactly to start.]
Does anyone know of a greenhouse, or garden, or botanical something that might be interested in some new plants?
[While she’s definitely sitting in what looks like her bed, clad in a nightgown and surrounded by luxurious white pillows and a rather plush comforter, the rest of the room, while…surprisingly empty for a celebrity’s home, is now absolutely covered in vines and vegetation of various sorts, from bright beautiful blooms to snarling, tangled thorns. The colors and shapes are striking against the bare walls and across the surfaces of all her remaining furniture, but they seem to only be a source of pure irritation for the angel. Then again, frustration is much easier emotional for her to handle than fear.]
I’d burn them all myself, but I don’t think the building manager would appreciate it.[That, and she’s not entirely sure she has the control to burn just the offending foliage.
She drags a hand down her face.] Alternatively, if anyone knows where I can burn off some energy...
[ACTION-Feather Light Studio- Genessia]
One of the heavy black cloths covering the glass front of the building has been drawn back, but the lighting inside -freshly installed earlier that afternoon- is low and warm. To anyone who happens to pass by late that evening, they might catch the movement of a lone figure the owner of the space tests out the fresh new floors and sound system.
While the space is far from finished, the studio is already taking form. From polished wooden floors to the mirrors lining multiple walls, the makings of a luxurious dance haven surrounds her, even with the tools and building materials still stacked about. Water cascades down one glittering rose-gold wall into a cleverly constructed base, it’s splashing sound hidden under the steady music that seems to flood the location.
Despite the snow lining the window and ground outside, Dove’s wearing only a pair of loose
rose colored sweatpants and a solid black band around her chest- fitting for the brand of the studio in which she’s dancing.
Even with current events weighing her down, she moves powerfully…gracefully… almost impossibly so as she gives herself entirely to the music. For a while, it’s simply that, a girl moving across the floor, rolling, dipping, bending, and spinning… Once she’s entirely lost to the rhythm, she allows her wings to sweep from her back, flaring and tucking along with her.
A few minutes more, and she’s summoned a spray of that waterfall in the form of tiny, shining droplets that surround her, each filled with her Light and glittering as they swirl around her- stars, all at her command until the song ends and they hover midair in absolute stillness aside from the carefully controlled laboring of her breath.
Late in the evening or no, it’s quite a show to catch and she’s always fond of an audience, but as a fresh new business owner, Dove should probably learn to keep the door locked after hours.]
[It’s fortunate, at least, how early her broadcast is this morning. Perhaps her agent isn’t awake just yet to see the mess that she is after an obviously restless sleep.
Not that she seems to be all that aware of her good fortune as she turns a weary face to the screen and shoves her
She starts to say something, then runs a hand down her face, finally settling on rubbing her temple for a moment as she decides how exactly to start.]
Does anyone know of a greenhouse, or garden, or botanical something that might be interested in some new plants?
[While she’s definitely sitting in what looks like her bed, clad in a nightgown and surrounded by luxurious white pillows and a rather plush comforter, the rest of the room, while…surprisingly empty for a celebrity’s home, is now absolutely covered in vines and vegetation of various sorts, from bright beautiful blooms to snarling, tangled thorns. The colors and shapes are striking against the bare walls and across the surfaces of all her remaining furniture, but they seem to only be a source of pure irritation for the angel. Then again, frustration is much easier emotional for her to handle than fear.]
I’d burn them all myself, but I don’t think the building manager would appreciate it.[That, and she’s not entirely sure she has the control to burn just the offending foliage.
She drags a hand down her face.] Alternatively, if anyone knows where I can burn off some energy...
[ACTION-Feather Light Studio- Genessia]
One of the heavy black cloths covering the glass front of the building has been drawn back, but the lighting inside -freshly installed earlier that afternoon- is low and warm. To anyone who happens to pass by late that evening, they might catch the movement of a lone figure the owner of the space tests out the fresh new floors and sound system.
While the space is far from finished, the studio is already taking form. From polished wooden floors to the mirrors lining multiple walls, the makings of a luxurious dance haven surrounds her, even with the tools and building materials still stacked about. Water cascades down one glittering rose-gold wall into a cleverly constructed base, it’s splashing sound hidden under the steady music that seems to flood the location.
Despite the snow lining the window and ground outside, Dove’s wearing only a pair of loose
rose colored sweatpants and a solid black band around her chest- fitting for the brand of the studio in which she’s dancing.
Even with current events weighing her down, she moves powerfully…gracefully… almost impossibly so as she gives herself entirely to the music. For a while, it’s simply that, a girl moving across the floor, rolling, dipping, bending, and spinning… Once she’s entirely lost to the rhythm, she allows her wings to sweep from her back, flaring and tucking along with her.
A few minutes more, and she’s summoned a spray of that waterfall in the form of tiny, shining droplets that surround her, each filled with her Light and glittering as they swirl around her- stars, all at her command until the song ends and they hover midair in absolute stillness aside from the carefully controlled laboring of her breath.
Late in the evening or no, it’s quite a show to catch and she’s always fond of an audience, but as a fresh new business owner, Dove should probably learn to keep the door locked after hours.]

[Action]
He paused before opening the door and then stepping inside. The sight that greeted him...Dove? He nearly turned to leave before her graceful motions drew him in more to watch her display and then startling slightly at the sight of her wings and then the beautiful way she handled the water.
He hung back, watching the show to completion before gently clapping as she finished.]
I hope you don't mind, the door was unlocked.
[Not that it have really stopped him if he really desired to be somewhere.]
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It takes her only a moment to register who he is before she relaxes and shakes it off, setting her hands on her hips and grinning at him even as she surveys the small puddles on the freshly polished floors.]
Hey... Guess I probably should... learn to lock that... [Never mind the fact that her smile promises he's welcome anytime.]
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Yes, I would imagine so simply for your own future safety.
[He smiled slightly as he takes a step further into the studio to look around a little more.]
Though, you do have a nice set up started here. A dance studio, right?
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Yes, [she smiled back, toweling off both the water and the sweat she had worked up from the back of her neck before studying the logo embroidered on the fabric.-‘Feather Light Studio’ and a single, delicate feather floating just above the type.] A new…. Business venture of mine, I guess. It’ll start as just a dance studio, but maybe one day it’ll be… more.
[Her tone, if a bit nervous and tired, was full of hesitant hope and just a tinge of pride. It really was coming together nicely.] I’ve represented plenty of businesses, but I’ve never really owned one.
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How did you end up with that many plants in your room? Or is that even your room? Looks more like Marluxia's old garden.
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Ah... nightmares. Too much energy... [Excuses.] I haven't grown plants overnight like this since I first got my powers...
[No use in hiding that much. Besides, she trusts Lea.]
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At least you didn't set anything on fire in your sleep. I can't tell you how many sets of bed sheets I ruined that way back when I first got my powers.
You OK, though? Cause I could come over, if you need somebody to talk to or spar with. Or maybe somebody to help with weeding.
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Sparring might actually help... and I do need to get these down in case someone wants them. [She's forever grateful for the offer, but talking? She'll just... pretend she didn't hear that, despite her desperate need for it.] If you're not busy, I mean. [She's not really feeling all that confident to just willingly take up someone else's time, even if it's truly offered.]
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Sure, she might have been taken off guard, but that smile is easy enough to slide into place, and it slowly becomes a little more genuine as she allows him to lead her, even as she glances toward the door.]
Guessing I forgot to lock that again.
[Not that she minds the intrusion. At all. He’s a very welcome distraction.]
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'M I gettin' in the way a somethin'? Can take my ass right back out the way it come in if y' want.
[He lifts her from the dip, rising up to one knee so he'll have clearance to lead her through an underarm turn, offering her space without losing the beat.]
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No, not at all, [she laughs, a little breathlessly, moving away from him, then back.] I was just breaking in the new floors, you know.
(Video)
Oh dear, she's spotted another queen
In any other circumstance, Dani’s appearance alone would have caught her attention. This woman commands herself well, it appears.]
I guess? [she sighs tiredly, shaking her head.] I’m loathe to destroy them, but I don’t think the new tenants would appreciate them either. [It’s not just the landlords she has to think about, though their opinions are more pressing, considering she’s only moving a floor up.] Would you like some? [She turns back to the camera, voice going a bit flat.]There’s plenty.
[Action]
Then he tried the door and it was open so he entered the studio. Pleased, he watches her move and dance, just admiring the show. It is an amazing display with the water and everything. No matter what amateur things he can do, it's nothing like this.
When she's finished he'll clap.]
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Didn't mean to startle ya.
[He grins.]
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Whoa... cool trick... [she grins, sheepishly looking around to see if any had hit the floor at all. Someone else with control of water? Yes please!] Guessing I forgot to lock up. [Oops.]
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Permission for the Empath angel to feel 'emotions'? Or should he be blank because Nobody? XD;
Permission granted
<3
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[ Video ]
Dove. What's wrong?
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[…Not that she won’t try to hide it anyway.]
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[ He sounds both stubborn and hurt. He doesn't believe her, and he's offended that she'd lie to him when she knows how much he cares about her. ]
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