tampered | Log: Incomplete

Log: Incomplete

When; Afternoon of June 4.

Rating; PG?

Characters; Jenos

mythrilthreads, Shao Lee

europeancut, Evelynne

unbewildered, Amadeus

impolitical, Rabi

h_ammertime, Aya

eclipsing_heart, Sunny

killer_sunshine, Komui

superslack, and anyone else who wanted to come. The listed are the ones who have agreed to the log already, but the post is open.

Summary; Refer back to this post. Amadeus tries to force a break on Evelynne, who still seems too preoccupied with leaving the city by use of doors. With the help of the others, he gets her to Room 13 in Building 7.

Log;

He hadn't expected it to be easy to get her to leave. Amadeus had almost expected to have to smoke her out, actually. But after a collective effort on his part and several others, he had succeeded in pulling Evelynne out and to the "beach."

He didn't once ask why there was a beach in a room in a building. He didn't even let it cross his mind. Right now, his first priority was to get Evelynne to unstress and unwind. The very idea that she was the one who was a ball of nerves for once didn't seem right - it didn't flow with the natural order of the world, even if this was some strange alternate universe that had no working sense.

"This is it," he said, looking the door marked 13 up and down. Halls here felt endless and limitless, and to the right and left was mostly lines of doors and fluorescent lights that somehow faded into darkness instead of an end. Not giving it another second of thought, he turned the knob and pushed the door open for the others.

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The AG member ignored Jenos's request, and laughed inwardly as she heard the slash in the ocean. She didn't even need to see his reaction to know the water was freezing cold.

"Mn..." Sunny answered Shao's question, partially distracted by the aria flowing softly though the headphones. She ran her fingers along the embossed title of the music book, which read, Turandot in dull gold letters. "My favorite one.... except for the ending, of course."

"It feels good! Come on!" Jenos waved his arms frantically, in an attempt to coerce them into swimming. Sure, it was cold. But after a while, it got warmer, and you couldn't really feel your body. Maybe that wasn't a plus, but at least it didn't feel as cold anymore. Really, those two were such killjoys. "If you don't come in now, I'll come drag you in!"

Shao sighed, and shook his head at Jenos's antics. Couldn't he tell nobody wanted to go swimming because the water was probably around freezing? Instead of saying it outloud, he turned back to Sunny. He glanced at the book she held in her hands, only able to read Turan. "Whats wrong with the ending?" He asked, hoping the question wasn't too sensitive.

Drag her in? Sunny would've PAID to see Jenos try that in his presumably numb state.

"Turandot was a Chinese princess. Everyone who saw how beautiful she was wanted to marry her. In order to do that, they had to answer three riddles:

What is born each night and dies each dawn?

What flickers red and warm like a flame, but is not fire?

What is like ice, but burns?

If they couldn't answer the questions, they were beheaded." She paused slightly, smiling.

"But she just had to meet a handsome prince, who just had to answer the questions correctly." The girl rolled her eyes. "He tells her that if she guesses his name, he'll let her off the hook, so she tries everything she can to find it out. She has people tortured and killed, but to no avail. The fucking bastard wins."

"The prince tries to get Turandot to love him, and she refuses. Then he kisses her and and she..." She let the sentence hang as she frowned.

"The end just fucking sucks." She finished simply.

"She falls in love?" Shao finished up with a grin. He had already gussed once the words 'handsome prince' were mentioned. If it was true that princess fell in love, Shao would see why Sunny would hate the ending. He sort of understood why Sunny didn't like being called cute, or going on dates. Shao himself wasn't interested in those things either. Shao dug through his sports duffle, searching for a pair of sunglasses as he awaited Sunny's answer.

Jenos used his hands as a sun block to watch the activity on shore. Were they ignoring him? "Amadeus! Sunny! This is your last warning~!"

Last warnings didn't mean anything to Amadeus anyway. He waved to Jenos again, shaking his head still.

Love. The very mention of the word made Sunny wince inwardly.

"Cheh. Of course." she growled at Shao, trying to ignore the smile on his face.

"Do you know the answers to the riddles?" She asked, curious if he could derive the solution from what little information she had provided.

Jenos's voice rang out from the ocean. Warning? For what, exactly? Sunny waved a hand in dissmissal, and returned her focus to her opera.

Amadeus took some amount of amusement at Sunny's obvious distaste for the outcome of the opera. Though he had never seen an actual production of the play, he knew very well its outcome and the princess' declaration at the end - the word that seemed to bother Sunny so much.

The riddles themselves, however, he hadn't heard (after all, the best he knew of the play was Nessun Dorma, and mostly because the stage was Evelynne's passion, not his) before, and any puzzle intrigued him to an extent.

"Could you repeat the riddles, Sunny?" he asked, turning to leave watching Ev and the others and focus on Sunny instead.

The girl turned to the man, smiling almost as cruelly as Turandot herself as she recited the the riddles once again:

"What is born each night and dies each dawn?

What flickers red and warm like a flame, but is not fire?

What is like ice, but burns?"

For a long moment, Amadeus stared pensively at the beach towel spread on the sand, ultimately unsure of any answer to the questions at all. The play was by Puccini though, if he knew anything at all, and Puccini was, he knew well -

"Do you have the riddles in the original Italian?"

Flipping through the sheet music, Sunny scribbled the riddles in their original language on a piece of paper, handing them to Amadeus:

"Nella cupa notte vola un fantasma iridescente. Sale e spiega l'ale sulla nera infinita umanità. Tutto il mondo l'invoca e tutto il mondo l'implora. Ma il fantasma sparisce coll'aurora per rinascere nel cuore. Ed ogni notte nasce ed ogni giorno muore!"

"Guizza al pari di fiamma, e non è fiamma. È talvolta delirio. È febbre d'impeto e ardore! L'inerzia lo tramuta in un languore. Se ti perdi o trapassi, si rafredda. Se sogni la conquista, avvampa, avvampa! Ha una voce che trepido tu ascolti, e del tramonto il vivido baglior!"

"Gelo che ti dà foco e dal tuo foco più gelo prende! Candida ed oscura! Se libero ti vuol ti fa più servo. Se per servo t'accetta, ti fa Re!" Su, straniero, ti sbianca la paura! E ti senti perduto! Su, straniero, il gelo che dà foco, che cos'è?"

He took the paper carefully, almost as if the words meant much to him, and read the words over. In the past few years, he had little opportunity to speak Italian with anyone, but his native language was never a stranger to him.

Like an old friend, the words gave him exactly what he was expecting.

"Tutto il mondo l'invoca e tutto il mondo l'implora - what," Amadeus said, with a smile briefly crossing his features, "could ever merit such a call but hope?"

Sunny nodded. "One down, two to go, Amadeus-san..."

"Se ti perdi o trapassi, si rafredda," he responded, though not in answer to Sunny. His eyes stayed trained on the words. "The only fire that grows cold upon death is blood."

"That would be correct answer number two, then..." she stated. There was only one question left...

The problem with the final question, Amadeus found, was context or lack thereof. He pored over the words, hoping for any sort of clue to the hidden meaning.

"Gelo che ti dà foco e dal tuo foco più gelo prende," he repeated under his breath, once and twice and three times over. "Candida e oscura. Se libero ti vuol ti fa più servo. Se per servo t'accetta, ti fa Re."

When all else failed, Amadeus could only use logic.

"Ice which gives fire and which fire freezes still more," he translated, dropping a few words for sake of brevity. "White and dark. If it allows you your freedom, it makes you a slave. If it accepts you as a slave
it makes you..."

Without finishing, he glanced back towards the ocean, spotting Evelynne as she plunged in after Rabi, shouting profanities and curses.

"I can only guess from here," he admitted, sitting up again as he looked back at the paper. "The princess was a cold one, however, turning down and killing all men who failed the test. This much I know. The man who answered correctly, Calaf, was never deterred by such a fact, and his passion only intensified with her distance."

He paused, an expression of concern on his face. "Paleness was beauty, and as such, it could be said she was white. She was also dark in her ruthlessness. Only the correct answers would gain freedom, but freedom was being tied to her in marriage...and marriage led to being crowned monarch." With the last of the riddle thought out, Amadeus smiled again, almost humored by the way the story worked.

He looked up at Sunny and answered, "The answer is Turandot."

"And that would be the final correct answer." Sunny said, sounding noticeably impressed.
"Give yourself a cookie, Amadeus-san. Not bad, especially for a guess."

"It was mostly a matter of deduction," he defended, setting the page back down on the beach towel. "There was no chance of my guessing the answer if I had not known something about the opera itself. Though seeing the words in my language helped immensely."

"Well then, your deduction skills are fuckin' impressive." the assassin complimented.

"So tell me, how are you familiar with the opera?"

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"My parents, of course," he replied. "Both were Italian. I was never told the full story, however. Which seems a pity, now that I know the answers."

(OOC: Good night!)

"I see. That makes sense." Sunny noted calmly. "Well, you can always catch it sometime, I'm sure. They might even have a video of it lying around somewhere. We can try and find a copy or something..."

Amadeus nodded, making a kind of noncommittal sound of agreement. Back home, he was sure he could find the opera somewhere, but the thought of returning home distracted him more than the thought of the opera. He glanced over his shoulder again towards the group that had gone into the water.

"They're likely to regret that later," he said to no one in particular.

Shao quietly listened as the two conversed. "I'm glad I didn't answer. I would have said dry ice as an answer. I guess the answers were more metaphorical than physical." Silently, Shao marveled at Amadeus's deducing ability. Well, he did have the advantage of knowing Italian. Shao smiled, before turning his attention to Jenos, who was slowly advancing towards them.

Jenos advanced toward the shore, as stealthly as a ninja. Or at least in his opinion. Ninja's didn't exist back in his world, so he had deduced what 'ninja-like' would be from his observations of the City. Sunny and Amadeus had ignored his last warning. It was time, for action!

ooc: aka, Jenos is attempting to drag them into the water. Your thoughts?

Sunny paused in thought. "Though, it's partially my fault. The English translation I have is alot more simplified." she confessed. The assassin's eyes followed Shao's line of sight to the other Chronos member stalking up from the shoreline.

"He wouldn't..." she breathed, eyes narrowing dangerously. "He wouldn't fucking dare..." Her hands tightened around the handle of her parasol. If Jenos was coming, Sunny was gonna let him have it.

ooc: Sunny will fight tooth and nail! Throw her in at Jenos's own risk!

Shao didn't answer. He knew Sunny had spotted Jenos, and wondered if he would have to act as damage control. "Sunny? Would you like me to-"

Before Shao could finished, Jenos ran towards Sunny, and yanked her arm forward. "Sunny! You're swimming no matter what!" Jenos ignored the parasol, and concentrated solely on dragging the assasin girl towards the ocean. "It'll be good for you! Fun!"

ooc: Short, but ... ITS ALL GOOD DX

Sunny's eyes went wide in shock and fury as she felt herself flying forward against her will. "LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she roared as she tried to smack her captor with her parasol.

ooc: Oh yeah? Well, mine's shorter XP

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