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Log; Ongoing, Closed

When; May . . . 8th? Wow, we backdate a lot. Continued literally after this comment.
Rating; G
Characters; Demyx

sitaronthewater and Euphemia li Britannia

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Summary; Euphie told Demyx that she would like to see his water powers. Demyx interprets this as meaning right now.
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He liked Euphemia. Granted, he liked a lot of people, but she was nice, kinda weird, though. They'd currently been discussing his water, because she had never heard of something like that before, and was interested in it. Well, she said she that she wanted to see his water, and there's no time for a present like now, or something. So once she said that she wanted to see it, he stepped away, pulled his hood up, formed a portal, and walked through it.

He remembered mid-way, that people tended to react oddly when he portalled, but he never understood why, anyway. It was still pretty normal to him. Anyway, he liked showing off his water, no matter what the occasion. So he's very calm, not that his face is visible, when he steps out of the swirling purple and black mass into Euphemia's apartment, unannounced.

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"Well once you know what you're doing, no. A little difficult at first, but then you get the hang of it." He doesn't get the implication, although he would be less concerned about darkness, more concerned about No Way Out. Which had never happened, but it wasn't a pleasant thought, nonetheless.

"I'm glad you have the hang of it then. And you had even more you could do too, right? The water?" She is looking at him curiously. She's definitely impressed.

Okay, so now he starts to get this grin on his face. It's not all too common, but when he grins like that, be prepared for a show, because it's likely you've never seen anything like it before.

"Yeah." And that is the only warning Euphemia will get before he shoots his arm straight up in the air, where there forms what appears to be a ball of water, made up of the moisture from the room. After it gets large enough, it dissolves and a large blue stringed instrument, which now many people in the City can identify as his sitar, appears, and he swings it around, before grasping it in his familiar-to-him stance.

This time she is ready for it! Okay, that's a lie. She really hasn't seen enough things like this to be ready for them, but instead of being frightened she is charmed. She watches with interest and even claps once he seems to be a little...posed?

"That was incredible! And you turned the water into a...guitar?"

The clapping is new, but he doesn't seem to mind it. If anything, he might be grinning a little wider, almost relishing in it. "Pretty neat, huh? And- No, no, this is my sitar. Everyone always things it's a guitar, but it's got a different shape, and the strings are longer, as is the actual body of it, and it's not as hollow, for one thing." He deflated a little when she misunderstood, but talking about his sitar brightened him again so quickly it would be hard to notice.

"It was very impressive!" She smiles and looks over his instrument. "I did notice it was different. I just wasn't sure what else it would be. Does it sound different too?"

"Well yeah, sure! I'll play something for you right now!" When he gets into something, he goes all out. Right now is literally that moment, and the sitar is resting on his lap, and he plays. It may not be a familiar tune, as it's something he's made up- on the spot- but it showcases the sitar's string-y sound. Melodic and flowing, while being plucked.

[OoC: Relevant comic (http://psycrowe.deviantart.com/gallery/#/dm2ojs).]

She listens attentively. He really is kind of fascinating with these powers and talents. How interesting and unusual! When the song stops she finds herself clapping again.

He has become somewhat used to the attention he gets when he plays his sitar now, at least, although it's still pretty weird to him. But he just grins again. "Neat, huh? It's my favorite instrument. And with this one I can actually control my water."

"How do you do that?"

"Like this." Just like the actual playing of his sitar, he responds immediately. All that moisture is still in the room, and even though the notes from his song have barely died down, he stands up straight and shouts.

"Dance, water, dance!" and all that moisture gathers together, but it's not in a ball like it was before. This time it lines up, forming twenty exact water replicas of Demyx, complete with little sitars, too.

"Ooooh!" She whirls around, looking at all of them. "Incredible!"

"Yeah, and watch this!" As much as his sitar was used for only creating music minutes ago, when he plays it now, while the notes still come out, they have a different tone to them. Oh, they sound the same, but they're more precise and plucked. As he plays, the clones first go around making a circle around him, then intricate zig-zagging patterns, and spins. However, if Euphemia thought that was all he could do, she was very very wrong.

"That's not all, I- uh, well, it's gonna be a little crowded, but I can do it inside, too!" One more chord, and the clones seemingly melt into the ground, but the puddles that are left immediately turn into huge- well, huge for the room size, columns of water that surround Demyx in a circle, much like his clones did. They alternate shooting up close to him, and becoming larger and larger circles, five sets in a row. It is a decidedly defensive maneuver.

Watching with wide eyes she starts to get a little concerned. "Demyx, it won't be all wet in here at the end, will it?" As much fun as it is to watch she's not sure she wants to explain all the water damage to Lelouch.

Oh yeah. That would've been smart to plan out. "Huh? Oh. Well, not really no. At least, I don't think so. I've never done this stuff in my room, but some of my clones, yeah. And it's usually okay." Of course, this was coming from someone that went out in the rain without an umbrella without a problem.

"Oh, good." She just looks a little worried. There's really nothing to be done about it now though. She'll just have to clean it up the best she can if it is wet.

He nods, absent-mindedly, and looks briefly around the room, not checking for wet spots, that would be logical. Instead he's looking to see how big the room is. He'd like to show her one of his other tricks, but it seems too small. Well, he'd shown her his columns anyway.

Then again, maybe if he did it only two feet it wouldn't be so bad. Those columns that were shooting up around him? Well, they disappear into the floor again, and he gets into a different stance. No sooner than he's ready, the columns start shooting up into a row across the room, not hitting anything, thankfully, but unlike before, Demyx is riding on top of them so that he lands where the last one stops.

"Oooh! That looks like fun." And it did. Everything about this was incredible. It was hard to believe she was really seeing it, but after so many curses and other strange things, how could she deny it?

She was just going to not worry about the room for now. They could always move if it was really bad.

Fun wasn't the word that he'd use. If he could attribute words to it, they would be; exhilarating, empowering, surging, and above all, right. But because they were so emotion-laden, he didn't even think to use them. It did, however, give him an idea.

"Water!" The columns disappear, and he waves what appear to be giant bubbles of water down. Some of them float around Euphemia, and some bounce around her feet. These are not your average bubbles from a bottle. He grins again, "Go ahead."

She looks at it very curiously even reaching a hand out. "I can touch them?"

He nods. "Yeah, that's why I said go ahead." He is being encouraged a lot by her attitude. Back home, it hadn't exactly been frowned upon, like his constant playing of his sitar, it was pretty expected for him to train. Although he was always considered weak. But she was like, uh, like someone seeing magic for the first time. All right, he didn't exactly know so many expressions, give him a break. But this experience was making him think that he should show off a little more in the City.

She reaches out to touch it, not knowing what to expect, but looking very curious and expectant.

It feels like water, possibly unsurprisingly. But it's fashioned in such a way that it's almost like a big ball. A beach ball, really, as it's hollow on the inside, and you can even reach inside it to tell this, but if it's thrown hard against some surface, it will pop.

She picks it up, expecting it to break at any moment, but it hasn't yet. "This is amazing. Have you always been able to do this sort of thing?"

Well, not always always. Before he was a Nobody, he couldn't. Not that he could remember so well, but he knew that he couldn't do this. "Well, for about as long as I can remember, back home."

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heh, she's looking at his instrument...

/makes it worse

hehe~

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