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[Those at Andromeda High School during break that happen to be passing by the music room might be in for a small treat: With the door left open just slightly on accident, the sound of a piano being played can be heard throughout the hall. The skill of whoever is playing it is more than obvious: On par with that of a professional, or perhaps even beyond that, some would say, a soft and vibrant melody escapes the room while it's player is completely engrossed in the music and his thoughts. Of course the school's piano would draw him here eventually, like a moth to a flame. Music was the one passion he could never fully give up on, after all. Like an addict, the desire to play would continue to call him back to music, no matter how much he tried otherwise to pull himself away.

But if anyone stopped to listen and made their presence aware, the music would stop abruptly.

Ayumu had been biding his time for the network to begin functioning properly again before moving forward with questions he needed to start asking, but now, with the city rebuilding and a fragile peace slowly settling, he knew it was the best time he'd get. ]

[Evening; Anonymous Text]

This place can fix chronic illnesses or health defects people had before their arrival, right? That's what it seems like, anyway. We can even heal injuries with magic.

What about more abnormal ailments? Things that can't be explained by science, even bordering on supernatural or magical. Has this place show itself to be able to have any affect on things like that?

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[Noda rarely listened to music. He personally didn't have a favorite genre, and while he listened to Girls Dead Monster's music performances while he had been in the Afterlife, he wasn't as much of a big fan as certain other members of the battlefront. Even with that, though, he considered himself to have at least some taste in music.

It's also rare for him to be near the school premise. He was never the studious type, so he had never taken any classes ever since he came to Hinoto-Ri. But with the chaos that went down a few weeks ago, he found himself wandering around the place. When he heard the sound of piano come from the building, the halberd user found himself searching for the source. The sound did die off as he got to the room, but he didn't care as he opened the door to the room to see who was there.]

Oh, it's you. I wasn't aware you are well-versed in music.

Well... the doctors here can do some pretty amazing things that I'd say can't be explained by science. Maybe you could ask them and see?

[Ayumu probably doesn't even hear Hizumi's footsteps. Rather, the quiet but steady tone of a harmonica will begin to trail into the room from just outside, playing the perfect counter melody to Ayumu's piece. Its sound is never overpowering; at times, it will often fade to allow the piano the emphasis, softly weaving its own sound into the song.]

It depends on the 'ailment'. Mine isn't fixable by anything here, unfortunately. Not that I've seen at least.

[The sound of footsteps outside was enough to alert Ayumu to the fact that he was being eavesdropped on before the door was opened. He really should have closed that properly... He must have been more preoccupied than he'd thought. He glances up from the piano as the door opens, his fingers resting on the edge of the piano but no longer touching the keys.

....Oh. It was that guy.]

Didn't anyone ever tell you not to barge in when someone is using one of these rooms without knocking?

[A sour response, maybe, but he didn't like playing for an audience.]

Asking isn't possible when you don't know a cause.

[Yes that guy. That guy that kept on yelling at Hizumi over the networks a while ago.]

Hmph. Then you should put your performance in a more secluded place, or lock the door.

[Sour or no, Noda doesn't pick up on the irritation. That's how he rolls, unfortunately.]

That's true

Hinoto-Ri has healed some problems that shouldn't have a "cure" in the real world. Or at home, whatever you want to call it. That's how it worked for me

[The sound of the harmonica joining the sound of the piano nearly makes Ayumu pause from surprise and instinctive embarrassment alone-- Nearly.

But something about this counter melody, oddly in tune with his own music in spite of the impromptu duet, makes him reconsider and continue. He adjusts his playing slightly, gradually and nearly unnoticeably making room in the melody for further involvement.]

So even this place has limits. Do you mind my asking what yours is?

I've noticed. It's halted or cured health problems that aren't yet curable where I come from.

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[Every time there is space for the harmonica to shine, the player seems to instinctively take it. The result is a melody that, on the surface, seems to be bright and only a little bittersweet. And underlying that, almost a faint sense of... longing?

...No, it couldn't be.

Once again, the harmonica takes a backseat to Ayumu's playing, keeping pace with his melody even as it sings a soft song of its own.]

Edited 2013-12-02 20:55 (UTC)

[Yeaaaah. Mr. grocery store wreckage. He remembered you, alright.]

If you know of a more secluded place with a piano, I'm all ears. [The school is the only place he's found with one so far.]

I'm not sure where the distinction is between what can be cured and what can't be, though. It doesn't seem to cure the brain or physical wounds, but can reverse death and... take away your supernatural ability to die over and over, I guess

[The way the melody plays out seems to draw similar tones from Ayumu, when the harmonica's sound falls into the background again. The piano's melody comes to the fore again, softly and with a faint longing, but oddly hopeful, a soft sense of solidarity ringing out as he plays, almost beckoning.

'Play with me?' it seems to say.]

[There's a long pause between replies, but when the next comes--] Can you explain that last one in more detail?

Edited 2013-12-02 21:17 (UTC)

[Ah... That's a dangerous sound, Ayumu.

The harmonica's tone becomes slightly ponderous, almost dragging down the speed of the entire song itself. There's hesitation there, and eventually the sound of the harmonica becomes only the barest of whispers, a fleeting tune caught only in the gaps between notes. But just as it seems to fade entirely...

It seems it was just a measured rest, a prelude before the harmonica's part begins its crescendo. This time, the melody is far less bright, taking on a darker, more overtly sorrowful tone.]

Reversing death, or dying over and over when you're already dead?

[Frankly, both were unsettling and difficult to come to terms with.]

[Nano's about to head home for the day when she hears some beautiful music drifting through the air, and soon enough she finds herself standing outside the music room quietly listening to Ayumu play. She doesn't make her presence known right away, though, not wanting to interrupt the song.]

[If Ayumu wasn't sure of the person playing the harmonica he certainly was now, with that sort of sound.

The piano's melody trails after the harmonica, slowly softening to a gentle, more soothing tone. Mellow but still coaxing, never losing that hopeful strain of sound, as if in an attempt to comfort.]

Both. How can you die over and over, to start with?

I have one such ailment, that is both helpful and a hindrance back home. The 'helpful' part of it remains unchanged, so it probably follows that the 'hindrance' part is also unchanged. You'll pardon me if I'm not exactly eager to test that theory.

I don't want to go into details. It basically means I don't stay dead, though.

That was a condition of the world. It happened to everyone. . .

The world was created around the idea that if you. . . lived a miserable life and died young, you could exist in it and live normally. You were healed of whatever ailment killed you, and if you were murdered again there -

you still felt all the pain but woke back up like nothing happened. Death didn't exist for sentient people.

[The harmonica plays along for a while, purposely beginning to mimic the tone set by Ayumu, but before long its sound begins to fade. It's a gradual process, but just as with earlier, it becomes difficult to catch more than a gentle murmur.

Eventually, the sound itself stops as Hizumi ceases playing entirely.]

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