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And what kind of performances do people enjoy? Not that this is an intent to join.

[Though he will motion to the plant.]

A curious choice. Is it favored by someone?

[They look over at it before giving a brief shrug.]

Not sure about that one! Someone or another pulled it up for a performance and just left it there. Shame, isn't it? It's kind of pretty.

[But then they seem to fix their attention on Emet properly and-]

I'll say - are those Fragments?

Is that what they are called? You will have to inform me what they are and their purpose. I have not a clue.

[As he is speaking he is going up to the plant inspecting the crack and seeing if there is anything available to fix or transplant.]

I’m not really sure what they are, but if you ask me, something like that must be really precious to someone. You should try taking good care of them, you hear? I’m sure at least one person out there would be grateful for it. Or maybe... that’s what I’d like to hope, anyway.

[The pot is beginning to crack, but holding together for now. He'd probably need to find something to fill them if he was intending to do repairs.

That said, the plant's roots have really dug themselves in, and if he cares to look around the main hall in general there's no signs of any other plant life or soil.]

[How large is the gorse plant, minus pot? Carriable?

Though he does pause a moment to lift the badge as much as possible to allow light to shine through it without removing it.]

Now why would you hope for such a thing?

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[The pot is large; someone sufficiently strong might be able to carry it alone, but it's probably safer with two.

The attendant lounges cheerfully, body posture casual.]

Even I'm an actor sometimes, when the stage calls. Maybe I just have a stronger sympathy for these things?

It's lonely to be unwanted, after all. Heh, maybe I should plan my next performance around putting some of the lesser used props to use!

Then take the stage, my friend! Allow me to help set it up. I would be delighted to see what you have to offer.

[He motions to the plant.]

Though the base of the pot is cracked and I feel we ought to fix it. It not need be fancy. It is a shame to leave it be.

[And he goes to the props to see if he can find an overly large bucket assuming another planter pot does not exist.]

Ah, sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that! I'm being paid to be a pretty face tonight.

[A pause. Maybe he's winking?]

-And strictly asked not to take the stage myself. I'm just here to ask guests to do a little something to add some life to the party!

I would ask for your employer, but that would be rather rude of me, wouldn't it?

As for performing, I am hoping the beautiful lady will take the stage. She has more allure than I and ever did I enjoy working from the shadows.

[He pauses.]

How rude of me. Alexander.

What is your name?

Aw, there's no need to make a big thing of it. Heh, even if it's a "production." [snickering to himself at his own joke.]

Nice to meet you, Alexander! The name's █████.

[He makes all the gestures and movements of saying a name, but nothing is heard.]

[He can't help but be amused. Of course.]

Well met then. But as I said, I would not leave this pot alone. I have a special someone who I am learning the meaning of plants for and its meaning did not escape me.

[Time to look for a bucket or tape or mortar (why would props have mortar???).]

Oh... is that so?

[He sounds confused, but doesn't impede Emet on his search!

If he decides to venture into the backstage, there's a plethora of items inside, along with two easily missed shadows that merely wave in silence. Stagehands, probably, though it's hard to see when the backstage is also so dark so as to not distract from the performances.

If he thinks real hard about them he might find... a prop bucket (too small) and a prop mortar (does not actually contain mortar)! This is what he wanted, right?]

If I recall, 'love'. Though these can have many meanings depending on the culture. And if that is truly the meaning, do we not want it a have a faulty foundation.

[Thus a quick google search says as I do not know flowers.

He waves back at the shadow assistants and just looks at the items and, well, hmmm. Yes. He'll go with sturdy fabrics then to wrap the pot tightly. The dirt will probably slip through but it will take more time. But it will be fancy colors and stylish at least!

He also takes the pot off the stage with a grunt of effort and put in front by Mr. Main Shadow.]

Take good care of it.

[Fancy plant!! So loved. The attendant, judging by his posture, seems baffled but... sure. Why not! We're all having fun here!!]

Alright, I'll keep an eye on it!

Good.

[He attempts to pat the man on the shoulder.]

I will continue trying to convince the lady to perform, but I believe my time is better spent elsewhere.

[He does notice the concealed door, but there was a very shiny door in the front room. And how can he pass up that? That is where he heads.]

[The bell tolls, and the plant starts to push its way out of the pot, even with the fabric. Hmm.

The attendant doesn't seem to notice, however.]

Enjoy!

[To the door!]

[ After they've each had their words with the attendant, she catches his eye, then dips her head in greeting. ]

It seems we find ourselves in another shared dream.

[He mirrors the image.]

It appears so. Are you going to perform? I imagine you have a multitude of skills.

Ha. My expertise is rather... focused. I could command an army, or lead a charge on horseback, or defeat a fang of armed soldiers...

[ a beat, and her lip quirks ] Or sow a field of rice.

—But each of those demands a bit more than can be contained on a single stage.

And you? I imagine you must be likewise talented, if perhaps in different endeavors.

[He smiles.]

A show of your battle skill would be impressive. I imagine it weaves into a dance quite beautiful. Though you would need to empty the stage.

My talents lie in the political and watching the stars. Neither of which are shown readily.

Different talents, but a shared dilemma, then. I admit I would have guessed you for a politician, but not for one concerned with astrology.

Our mutual interest is what allowed the conversation between myself and Cardinal Chases Dawn to grow into a friendship.

[He just smiles at the second part.]

Ah, but we are getting off topic. Our host is not able to take the stage, so one of us should. And it is clear that the talent to inspire and strike a figure is best suited for you. Not to mention you are alluring to look at.

Could I help you set the stage?

[ Her brows lift—subtle but unmistakable—at the mention of Cardinal, but she doesn't comment on it. ]

Perhaps we might at least see how true it is that they have "props of just about everything" backstage.

Care to join me?

I will have to pass. I am not comfortable upon the stage even if it was a requirement for my work.

A requirement?

But very well; no doubt we will encounter one another again before we have achieved what this place needs of us.

Izanagi's Heart Game - Session #1

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