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Satine (softest_diamond) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-31 23:44:00

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christian, complete, day 9, michiru kaioh, sailor neptune, satine

♦Who: Satine and OTA
♦When: Day 9, Morning
♦What: Satine gets to know her new home and its inhabitants
♦Where: The Sitting Room
♦Rating: TBD, though PG to be safe
♦Status: Complete

Two days. It was hard to believe, really, that she'd been there for two full days already. The transition from life to afterlife had not been an easy one, yet it had not been as entirely difficult as she had expected it to be. The fact that this place, this hotel of sorts, had a room ready for her upon arrival had been exquisite. It had possessed anything and everything that she could possibly want in a room, including an expanded version of her already extensive wardrobe. There had been an entire closet of clothes, including many of the outfits she wore in shows; on top of that, there had been an entire armoire and set of drawers filled to bursting with underthings. Satine had an unhealthy obsession with lingerie. It was practically her work uniform. Knowing that she wouldn't have to go without infinite choice was more than comforting, it was downright homey. And the jewels! They had replicated her collection of gifts and trinkets perfectly, and there were a few new surprises. Top it all off with the makeup, and she was convinced that she was still herself, even in death, though noticeably without that wracking cough. The pressure in her chest was there but it was not that important.

The sleepy courtesan had spent the previous day in isolation, and getting up and getting dressed this morning was a bit of a chore. After that sudden and all-consuming episode with Monsieur Snape upon her arrival to the afterlife a deep and crushing sorrow had consumed her heart. He certainly was nice enough to her, treated her properly, and was incredibly affectionate. Definitely one of her favorite gentlemen callers, and she was certain that she'd welcome him back again. All he would have to do would be to say the word. She was, as they say, what she was, and that was that. But allowing herself to love, even physically, had brought thoughts of Christian crashing down upon her. Though she had died in his arms, had confessed her love for him, the bad tended to stick better than the good. This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love. Had he meant it? How could such a beautiful and sensitive artist have such darkness inside of him? She had never been abused that badly before, at least mentally. The Duke, unfortunately, had the honor of possessing her worst physical beating. She was shocked to find that his jewels were now in her collection. She had moved the box to the back of the chest, all but locking it away; it was cursed.

Not aware that there were dress codes anywhere in the world unlike the Moulin Rouge, Satine had left her room in, frankly, not much. She was not sure exactly what time it was; the storm that seemed to be going on outside had prevented her from accurately estimating. It wasn't like it mattered either way. This was a timeless place. She had slipped on a silky, black, kimono-like dressing gown over her corset and stockings, made sure her makeup was impeccable, put a few necessary things in a small purse, and set out to wander the halls like a ghost. She felt as hopelessly and utterly lost as one. Her love was gone, there was no Harold to tell her who to take as clients, and she had no real name here. People were not beating down her door in order to bask in her presence; that deeply troubled her and left her feeling empty.

When she arrived in what appeared to be the parlor, she had not yet seen anyone. Were there that many people around, she found herself wondering. She hadn't been disturbed by anyone, and she had only encountered Monsieur Snape thus far. Maybe the afterlife didn't have as many people in it as she had expected. Taking a seat on one of the soft sofas, the style of which was completely unfamiliar and, in her opinion, a bit tacky, she looked out a window to watch the rain. There was no bustling street out there, no Children of the Revolution to be seen. It was boring compared to Mont Martre; she assumed that it was boring in comparison to the whole of Paris. Pulling out a hair comb, she twisted the mass of red up and pinned it atop her head. She liked her hair up, and having it down reminded her too much of Christian. Lost in thought, she was completely oblivious to any other souls for the time being. Perhaps that was why she started singing in such a place, and none too quietly. Her voice was a comfort, her livelihood. It reminded her of home. At this point, though, home was nowhere.

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seawinds
2008-08-01 06:25 am UTC (link)

Michiru had not slept well. The bed in her room was far too close a match to hers at home for her to feel comfortable in it alone. Mamoru had said she could change it, that the room would look like whatever she wanted, but she hadn't had it in her heart to alter it just yet. She'd been surprised to find that her dresser filled with not only every bit of clothing she'd owned, but also quite a few things she'd always wanted to own. She tried to distract herself with trying on these new things, but that didn't last long. She was restless and irritable, which was unlike her.

It didn't help that she could feel the rising storm, deep in her very being. There were some distinct disadvantages to being the senshi of the sea, especially in weather like this. Frustrated she decided she might as well wander around. She took off the dress she'd been trying on and pulled on the first thing to hand, which turned out to be her school uniform from Juuban. She swallowed hard to push down the lump that threatened to rise in her throat and she smoothed the pleated skirt and adjusted the blouse. She tucked her henshin wand in a pocket, because even here, you never knew. She went out into the hall and carfully locked the door behind her.

She wandered rather aimlessly, until she came to the common room. She'd been drawn by the sound of someone singing, though it was definatly not a song she knew. She slipped into the room, trying to be unobtrusive. Music had always been a great comfort to her, so she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and let the song carry her away. Or tried to. Unfortunately, the wall was a little closer that she'd expected, and her head hit it with a thump.

"Ow!" she said, a bit louder than she'd intended.

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softest_diamond
2008-08-01 10:46 pm UTC (link)

"One day..." Satine's voice trailed off when she heard the voice. She hadn't heard anyone enter the room, and that was a bit startling to her. It wasn't often that she was so unaware of her surroundings that people could just sneak up on her. Certainly the Moulin Rouge had possessed some very good guardsmen, but there were always persistent and dangerous gentlemen callers.

As she turned, she was relieved to find that it was not so dangerous a guest. Still, the woman's appearance startled her. Never before had the courtesan met anyone with green hair, and it was most perplexing. Sure, Satine's hair was brilliantly red, yet that was a trait she'd had since birth, and it only possessed its fire because she worked so hard to take good care of it. Remembering her good manners, she offered the newcomer a pleasant, coy smile that curved the corners of her lips ever so slightly. It was best to act shy at first, no matter who you encountered; that made it easier to gauge people. Not that she wanted to judge anyone. Years of experience had taught her that it was safer, however, to assess someone's character early on.

"Oh," she murmured, turning to face the other woman a bit more. She gathered the top of her robe around herself a bit more. "Hello there. I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone, you see. I'm new to this place. I hope that my singing did not bother you." She did not suspect that it had.

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seawinds
2008-08-02 06:13 pm UTC (link)

Michiru started slightly as the singing stopped.

"I'm sorry" she said, with an apologetic bow. "I did not mean to interrupt you" She took a moment to get a good look at the other woman and was a bit puzzled. Had the planet not provided her with a wardrobe, so she didn't have to sit around in just a robe and little else? Her mouth quirked to the side in puzzlement, but she quickly smoothed it out into a polite smile.

"And no, your singing was quite nice. Music is good for the soul"

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softest_diamond
2008-08-06 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"Sorry? Interrupt me? No, no, not at all." She flashed a charming smile, hands lightly stroking the material of her robe. Really, she was fascinated by this stranger. What was all that bowing about? Shrugging it off mentally, she crossed her legs, tossing her hair a bit.

She knew that her singing was nice, better than nice, but the compliment certainly didn't hurt at all. Her smile widened, and she feigned a blush. One hand raised to rest on her cheek. "Music certainly is good for the soul. I believe that it has the ability to connect us to something that's especially eternal. The fact that music exists, here, in this place beyond time, is a testament to its power. I pity those who aren't gifted with any musical ability. They don't truly understand what they're missing. I imagine that they live half lives. But, then again, it is the responsibility of those gifted with musical talent to bring light into their lives. That is exactly why I chose to become a performer." A pause. "Do you sing as well?" Though this was the afterlife, it was important to scope out competition.

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seawinds
2008-08-06 07:51 pm UTC (link)

Michiru blushed very, very faintly as she watched the strange woman. It was practically indecent how little this other woman was wearing, but she didn't seem concerned by it, and she was, rather attractive.

"I rarely sing" Michiru said, with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I wanted to be a professional violinist, but that dream seems to keep eluding me." She shook her head slightly and stared off into space for a long moment.
"You can express so much more with music than with words. True emotions; love, pain, loss..." she said softly, but quickly came back to the present. "Very sorry. My mind is very unsettled right now. This storm has the sea in an uproar"

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softest_diamond
2008-08-07 04:34 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Satine almost grinned at her blushing. She caught herself, though, and thought better of it. Manners, manners she mumbled to herself in the back of her mind. Where had her manners gone? Being dead was no excuse to be impolite. Judging from the modest attire of the strange woman, it was fairly obvious that she was a more modest type. Probably not the type who would approve of her less noble occupation, either. Still, this person was nice enough. No need to judge.

Her head canted to the side and she took a moment of pause. "Your mind is unsettled and the sea is in an uproar. While they might both be true, I cannot see how the two thoughts are connected. Truly, your mind must be scattered. No worries, though. I'm used to talking to people who've seen the bad side of the Green Fairy. You're more coherent than they could ever dream of being. The storm, however, is nothing to get upset about. I think it's quite lovely in a way. I always loved storms in Paris, though I must confess that this is far stronger than any storm that I ever saw in my life. Storms wash away that which is unclean. They always make the worst grime and dirt disappear. This is true of both cities and of lives."

Satine stood up and sauntered over to the green haired woman. She leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss on each cheek, her hands lightly resting on her upper arms. "My name is Satine, the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge. Or so called in life. Enchanté, Madamoiselle. And I am sure that you are a worthy violinist. I would love for you to accompany me sometime. Death should not destroy your dream of professionalism. I, after all, still long to be an actress of some repute and fame."

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seawinds
2008-08-07 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Michiru tensed slightly as the strange woman approached, not sure of her intentions. She stiffened as the other woman presumed to kiss her, not once, but twice! She pulled away quickly, her eyes flashing.

"Pardon me!" she said, sharply. Who did she think she was to presume such familiarity? She'd mentioned Paris. Was this some barbaric European custom? She gave a bow that was barely polite and said in icy tones. "I am Michiru Kaioh, lately of Tokyo, Japan. And I am pretty sure I am not dead. I've been dead, and it's not this."

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softest_diamond
2008-08-08 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Satine blinked and took a step back, shocked by the woman's reaction. She hadn't seen someone act so poorly when greeted before in her entire life. It was endearing, in a way. And she was still trying so hard to be polite. Japan seemed like a strange place if this was how people reacted to saying hello.

"This has to be dead," she murmured, looking around the room disinterestedly. She shook her head and laughed a little. "I know for certain that I died of consumption in the arms of the only one I've ever loved, the only one I'll ever love. That was where my dream of becoming an actress. When I woke up, I was here. And alone."

She smiled and attempted to return the bow. If you couldn't beat them, join them. That's what a truly gracious person would do. "Michiru." It sounded strange with a slight French accent. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. And, you know, you needn't hide it if you're annoyed with something that I do. Were you to reach more violently, I would be equally disaffected."

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	seawinds 2008-08-09 07:05 am UTC (link)
	Michiru let out a small, slightly frustrated sigh. Other cultures were so... forward. "Forgive me" she said, in a slightly more gracious tone. "I have had a rough few days." She smiled slightly at Satine's attempt at a bow. "And I am not used to being greeted so... intimately." (Reply to this) (Parent)

ooc:Yeah I really hope you dont mind him dropping in^_^

come_what_may
2008-08-08 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Christian awoke to the sound of rain and his eyes instantly lit up as he rose,wandering over to the gold doors that led to his balcony.

It was a storm alright.A regular hurricane at that.Christian frowned at this,he had so been looking foward to a day of sunshine and,hopefully,writing. Still,it was hard to keep the british writer down and after a quick shower,and a dash through the cold wind and rain to get a quick breakfast,he decided that peace and quiet would be delightful,and perhaps just the thing he needed to motivate himself for his novel.

Humming a nameless tune,he,eventually,found his way to what looked a parlor room,only to see it was not quite as empty as he hoped. He gasped at the familier face of the women who was looking sadly out of the window

"Satine?"

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softest_diamond
2008-08-08 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Though she had been looking out the window, and did indeed keep looking at it from time to time, Satine had instead been having a bit of fun minorly antagonizing the poor, green haired woman. It hadn't been wholly intentional, simply a culture conflict. Still, she had obviously struck a nerve with her typically friendly demeanor. Having tasted blood, she wanted more. Satine was always polite to men because they were potential customers, or at least people she could pull favors from. Notoriously, she had very few female friends.

Hearing her name, the red haired woman turned towards the door. Was it Monsieur Snape? She was almost certain that he was avoiding her, or at least very busy, and the voice didn't sound right. The most startling point was that the voice had sounded familiar. She hadn't met anyone else here other than Snape and Michiru. Who would know her name? As she turned, her eyes widened. If it was possible for the porcelain doll to get any paler, she might have. Was she now seeing things? Was that a side effect of dying?

"Excuse me," she murmured, completely turning away from Michiru. She didn't mean to be rude, but this was slightly important. Fairly certain that the woman would understand a momentary lapse in politesse, Satine took a few steps towards the familiar Brit. She swallowed hard, moving so she was within arm's length of him, but not a step closer. If she was hallucinating, she did not want the woman that she barely knew to think she routinely went around hearing her name being called and hugging air.

The thought that maybe he was real had, indeed, crossed her mind. It was, after all, much later in time than when she'd passed on. Snape had been from 1995, and Michiru didn't seem too classic, especially since she was a woman who wanted to become a professional violinist. But seeing him there almost broke her heart, mainly because it either meant that 1) he was an illusion or 2) that he was dead. Tentatively, she reached out a hand towards him, fingers almost bashfully touching his cheek. Her voice came out soft and almost strangled. "Chri...Christian? But how...?"

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come_what_may
2008-08-11 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Christians mouth fell open as the vision,his vision,came over to him,looking very startled at his appearence.He knew he probaly had the same look on his face as well.

"Satine..is it really..are you really..here?"He stuttered,almost at the same she did,and had to smile.Her soft fingers on his cheek were a welcome distraction,serving to remind that she was real and whole and very much here.He absently reached up,winding his fingers in hers

"I..you..."Words seemed to fail him before he gathered his thoughts,forcing the words from his mouth rather then stumble over them like a shy schoolboy. "I dont know how"He answered "Im not even going to pretend to know how!"he admitted.The last time he had been with her,they had been preparing for the play,and the duke..damn,had the duke managed to get his dirty fingers into her?

He felt giddy,lighter then air,it was if the planet itself had answered his pleading,though he would have liked to belive that it did,he knew that it had probaly just been a fluke,good timing,or perhaps good luck?

"theres so many questions to be asked,so many things I want to know!like how everyone is..err well was I suppose should be the correct term...but none of it matters now"Because were finally together,he added mentally,staring at her with wide eyes.

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And this means I'm posting a Day 10 thread lol

softest_diamond
2008-08-11 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Hearing him speak was enough. He was full of joy, as was she, but she also felt a powerful, all consuming sorrow. Exhaling, Satine let out a sob and tossed her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder. Had he forgotten what he had said to her? He seemed so happy compared to the last time that she had seen him. Had he completely forgotten that she had died?

"Never knew," she mumured, turning her head so her ear was against his heart. "I could feel like this. It's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Come back to me... and forgive everything..." She sobbed softly, clutching him like he was the only stable thing in the entire room. After a few moments, however, she managed to pry herself from him and take a few deep breaths. A faint, slightly tubuculotic cough, and she turned to him. Her eyeliner was running slightly, making a black streak down her cheek.

A hand lifted, placing a delicate finger against his lips. "There's too much to say. There's too much to talk about. I just...I can't right now. It isn't that I'm not glad to see you, Christian. I'm just utterly overwhelmed and not looking my best." She paused, her hands holding his. "Come to me, tomorrow afternoon. I doubt this storm shall die down at all with all of its fury. I am in room B213. I will be there all day, waiting for you. You now know where to find me. You don't have to look anymore." Leaning in, she kissed the corner of his lips delicately, reluctantly pulling away from him.

She began making her way for the door, in quite a hurry. Turning to Michiru, she blew a soft kiss. "Terribly sorry to cut this short. It's been a pleasure, Madamoiselle. I trust that we shall meet again sometime. Don't think me rude." And out the redhead dashed, almost tripping over herself she was so giddy and flustered all at once.

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seawinds
2008-08-11 06:09 am UTC (link)

At the arrival of someone else, Michiru stiffened slightly and watched the newcomer carefully. He seemed to know the strange woman she'd been talking with, but it was best not to make assumptions.

When she saw Satine's reaction to the stranger's appearance her hand drifted into the pocket of her skirt. She fingered the hilt of her henshin wand, as she mentally calculated out a way to duck out of the room, transform and return if need be. Even as she considered this, she wondered if it really mattered. There was no Princess to protect, and no Haruka to make fighting worth it.

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