Nyaasu no Uta isn't mine. The lyrics are by Toda Shougo, and are © to him as well, most likely. If you try hard enough, you can find a translation, but it doesn't really matter too much anyway if you do, since Reka doesn't know it either. It's just a song that works for the mood. ^^
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Reka eventually got to where she wanted to be. Even after today's proceedings.. it turned out she was still early. Lucky for her, that. Nobody really cared about the fact she had the Ledian plushie in tow; if anything, it would probably help her campaign, thought the few that it mattered to. It came down, eventually, to Reka sat in a room off-studio, deciding what she could do for her little time slot, with the help of some random people that she guessed she should know, but it didn't matter since she wasn't going to lose. But Reka had never been on TV properly and live before.. it was kind of a status thing more than anything else.
"You seem to focus more on the fact you're damn cute, so.. maybe you could fill the time with something random, like 'how to count'?" Reka wasn't really paying much attention to this guy, a stuck-up Umbreon morph with a silver spoon somewhere on his person and slightly more cockiness than she could really care for. Maybe this guy'd make a nice ornament.. and she mentally kicked herself, while brushing him off.
"I solve looking cute by being there in the first place. I need something to do. Any ideas?"
"Maybe you should just go all out and make your opponent out for the unworthy heathen they're supposed to be." said the second guy.. a Rhydon, but not too large a one. Young, and Reka liked him. He lacked having any form of utensil jammed into any part of his being, and this was quite pleasing.
"Would be nice. Tell you what.. I'll just pretend I'm listening, and make something up on the spot. Has impact value, plus.. I get to surprise you two as well. Won't that be fun?" went Reka, cuddling the Ledian plush lovingly. The two exchanged glances, while the door opened and a busy-looking Ivysaur placed her head around the door. "You're on in five minutes. They want you down on studio."
Then, the head disappeared again - and Reka along with, plush in tow, just leaving the two advisors there to ponder the meowthgirl's fate. Of course, Reka already knew she was certifiably the winner, so this was just.. party play. But still, she had to think of something to do, in five minutes..
"Three minutes." said someone passing her by as she entered the studio. Fine, three. Still more time than she needed. Because.. she had a rather fun idea.
"I want some lyrics for a song. Don't matter which one, just make it cute and meowthy." she told some random guy. Who promptly turned to her like he'd been expecting her all along, and handed her a sheet of paper. "These are for you."
The kittygirl eyed the sheet. The language wasn't recognisable by her, but.. she did know how to pronounce things. If it ounds good.. why'd it matter about the meaning. "I want someone who can play this on set.. two minutes ago." she said to the same guy, as an afterthought. Blonde-haired Lapras, bipedal, definitely male. He pointed towards a corner of the room that had once been empty.
Now it had a piano in it, and a black Spearow sat at it. "Done." he said, before eventually wandering off, leaving Reka, to.. wander off towards the centre of the studio, where people were gathering, and where cameras were pointing.
"90 seconds!"
"Yeah, I'm here." she said, skipping onto stage (amidst a few collective 'awws' from female members of the studio crew). "This going over radio too?"
"Sure is. Busy day in here today. But then, these elections are worth it. Tomorrow'll be one heck of a day."
Reka shrugged. "I only worry about the day when it arrives. And I'm not worried; opinion polls are very good in my favour, actually."
"30 seconds! Miss Reka, just come up here, and wait until that guy at the camera waves at you.. At that point, you're on."
The wiry black meowth just did that.. no questions asked. "Gotcha." she said, tightening the grip on the Ledian for her own personal self-reassurance. Still, she scanned the page of 'lyrics' she'd been handed.. could she really pull this off?
"10.."
Reka couldn't remember herself ever singing, within any lifetime. Maybe it was just something she'd know she could do.. and if she couldn't, it wouldn't hurt her anyway, since all she had to do was say 'Vote for me!' and she'd won, right?
"5, 4, 3..." The count stopped at this point, and she just waited. Patiently, an unusual thing for her to be. And so, the program started.
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Said the TV. "It's a special edition of PMI Local News, airing an hour early, for radio convenience. This broadcast is being made over shortwave and broadcast TV, focusing on the close run-in to our first election day in quite a while, which takes place tomorrow! Here's handing you over to our host.. Cothyl Kezaki!"
The opening shot dwindled, to show just a Sneasel femme dressed in a rather plain and straight red and blue dress. The lights made her eyes shine a little too much, but she didn't seem to make any big deal of it. "Hello! Before we begin this refreshment of today's opinion polls, and any other hot news out there.. we have a special guest down in the studio tonight."
"Apparantly taking the country's interest by storm, sayeth the opinion polls.. It seems to be the moment's favourite nine year old.. possibly of all time. Here's introducing Reka, who will do something for you for around five minutes of this program. As part of her campaign to you people. Indeed." Grin, smile, and the cameraman in front of Reka waved at her.
"Oh.. Hi mister cameraman."
Voice from off.. 'That means you're on, miss.'
"Ohh.. Course it does! Hello world! .. Wow that sounded corny. Still. It's good to be here. I am going to help my big flashy campaign by singing a little song for you. It's called 'Nyaasu no Uta', and I'm really fond of it, actually!"
Some awws occurred, even while the set was rolling. Some things just have to be acknowledged as cute, at least. Don't they always? The piano started up.. trying its best to emulate a high pitched instrument, failing, but not sounding bad.
Reka waited for what seemed like the right cue... which it was, quite coincidentally; maybe she had heard this song before..
"Aoi, aoi.. shiku-ka-na yoru ni wa~.." it came, and everything except the piano went completely silent. Including Reka's thought process. Wow... The voice was good. Cute and good, and it took her so by surprise that she missed the next line, tripping over a giggle-intro a half-bar late.
"Oi-ira hitori de, tetsugaku suru no nya~.."
Reka reminded herself to actually check what this song meant.
"Kusamura de.. mushi-tachi wa.. koro koro.. chiri chiri.."
"Oishi sou ni naite'ru kedo..~ Konyaa~wa, tabete, agenai no nyaa~.."
Some of the staff about the studio were half-singing along, but the mic was trained on Reka, so it didn't harm things any. The habit of whistling the instrumentals was not eradicated, even then. But it sounded okay, so she went with it.
"-Otsuki-sama ga, anna ni.. marui nante... Anna, marui, nante.. anni...~"
Reka had no idea how she was doing, but she seemed to be very happy.. offering a very large smile to the camera, which might have awwed itself had it not been an inanimate piece of metal-glass-et cetera.
"Sekai no, donna.. maru yori marui nyaa~.. sekai no, donna; marui yori ma-rui nyaa.."~
More instrumental. The black Spearow knew his stuff.. and he tried to adlib it, but instead ran into Reka doing the same thing. The result avoided being chaos, and actually sounded pretty fine. The kittygirl was nervous, though, and it showed.
"Hiroi hiroi, uchuu doko ka ni~.. mou hito~rii no.. oira ga, iru no nyaaa~.."
"Onaji you-ni kusamura de.. boro boro.. chara ira..~"
Reka missed the next cue a little, but rescued it, by taking the harmony with the piano - risky, even at a good time of day, and with a song that one knows well. Worked pretty much to perfection.. although she had to wonder whether the Bell was helping here.
"Gi-taa hi-ite, i-yiru no ka nyaa~ nyaasu no, uta-a-wo, utatte'ru ka nyaa~.."
*I'm not helping, I'm listening. Apparantly if you weren't such a nihilist, you'd have been a singer. Funny, eh?*
Reka didn't need such commentary within the song.. and she missed her cue to think as such. *Be quiet..!*
A flash occurred in her head. Reka saw.. -the scene-. From earlier today. And she choked, but.. somehow managed to retain composure, as the waterworks started again. Just a little.. she held them off with full force; the Bell was not proving its dominance, right here on TV..
The pianist noticed the break, and he slowed, which was kinda perfect for the mood, as Reka picked up a tearful sounding continuation;
"...Hitori-kiri ga.. konna ni.. set-su, setsunai na-ante~~.. konna ni, setsunai, nante.. .. konna ni..."
The pitch there went high and low quite a number of times, but.. always it sounded fine. Accident, luck, or the Bell not letting her suffer; it was an adlib, and it sounded good.
The studio was noticing the little breakdown Reka was having, so they tried to sing in louder.. and the mic had to do some fancy moving about to get both sounds in when Reka started to just sing alternately with the last two sentences with the rest of the crowd, just because it felt like fun..
"Ima-gooro.. mi-ina , nani shite iru no ka nya, Ima-goro, mi-ina nani shite iru no ka nyaa~~"..
"Dare ka ni.. denwa.. shittaku /natchatta/, nyaa~~.." finished Reka, in a defiant tone.. before she just plumped down where she was sat, and cuddled on the Ledian plush something fierce. Today was just too much hassle..
.. but the studio didn't mind the adlibbing, and they started applauding, mostly just because some of them wasn't sure Reka's 'act' during the last few verses was an act. Still, Reka had enough left to pipe in at the end.
"And remember. Elections tomorrow. I want everyone out there to vote for me! I'm done.. I'll leave these fine people to scrape my nerve-wracked body from the stage and take me home.."
And that was today's aim completed, Reka knew this, and she just decided that the floornap was best, so over she went, although clapping was the last sound to enter her ears today, at least.
***
Reka was moved to a couch somewhere in the studio, but she didn't wake up that day. No, she slept through until the day after.. the dream she had this day was particularly captivating. It was Sneaker in the same situation as Reka had been in.
There was no bell; which was expected. The problem is that the outcome was.. unsavoury. Sneaker got what they said Reka would have got if she didn't comply, because.. the kitty was just that obnoxious, even at best.
Reka woke up screaming just before his head hit the floor, anyway. Even if it wasn't her.. it both felt like it, and shocked her because hey, she loved that guy. He was just the neatest person in existence, and she could say that as much as she liked since it wasn't self-praise any more!
"I love Sneaker." she told the nearest person.. which was actually the Umbreon from the little advisory session before. He didn't take much notice.. "You woke up. What happened out there yesterday, anyway..?"
"Oh.. Don't worry. I'm rested.." said Reka, pulling herself to a strangely jerky sit. Couches are not comfy to sleep on, by definition. Though they're a good seat.. "And today is the big day. What time will we know?"
"Voting goes on from 10am until 8pm. The results are counted today, as this isn't too big an island, and you'll know before midnight tonight. Heck, if the opinions are right, they won't need to count at all."
"Can I vote for myself?"
The Umbreon smiled. "Nah. Not allowed. But it doesn't matter much in the long run anyway. Shouldn't bother you, you're not going to lose this."
It was mid-afternoon, which meant Reka had been out for just over a whole day. And her head hurt a little. Still, she had to make her presence as nice as possible.. today was The Day, that she'd waited a whole four days for. Too long. She should just think of an easier way to get things done.
Bluewings was somewhere on the floor, just off the sofa. Reka had dropped her while sleeping, and she picked the plush back up just as soon as she noticed this. She tried to remember about where she'd found the Ledian.. but it was just out of her reach. Curious.
This saddened her for a reason she also couldn't place, and she dropped a tear onto the material of the bug's wings, before.. it was passed. The blackcat stood up. "Can I still go out, or would we rather I stay here?"
"Yeah, you can go out. The heat's passed; it's just cloudy and a bit cold now."
Reka awwed. That meant no fun at the beach today. Still, there had to be somewhere she could go.. and, brushing off her still clean dress, she wandered away from the couch and the Umbreon and the room, towards wherever the exit to this big place was.
People would pass her by, morphs of no real regard to her since she didn't know her, but she'd beam and they'd say "Good luck!" or "You're going to win this, miss!" or other such things, It was quite nice, she felt, and she smiled genuinely before she left the building.
Some walking later.. and Reka found herself at the park. Which was actually populated somewhat, with morphs just needing to get out for a walk. Just like her, in fact. "C'mon Bluewings.. let's see if there's anything to do in here." she offered. And then eyed. When had she started talking to the plush, anyway...?
People started to wander over to her when she passed down the walkways, however. It was quite a problem when all she wanted to do was relax.. that morphs would come over out of the blue. "Hey, it's miss Reka!" or something of that sort. Yeah, she smiled still.. but it soon felt hollow. Attention was good, but.. the Sneaker still within her was not particularly pleased.
After all, she wasn't driving people away left and right, which was a breach of her duty. Right?
"I just want people not to notice me today!" she muttered to the Ledian. And then a chill flew up her spine and she tripped over, and landed on her front. Hey. What was that..
"Stupid pathway!" she spoke, before getting off the floor. And then.. staring. Where had her arms gone, anyway.. And he legs.. And just -her- basically. There was.. nothing there.
The Ledian was still there. The fact that a floating plushie was all people new to the particular area of walkway Reka was stood on made quite a few people stare, before.. walking on. No, there are many things about this island one should never ask about, and such..
"Well, this is what I get for thinking aloud, I guess.." the now invisible Reka said. "What did I say.. Today. Oh great. I'll not reappear until tomorrow." The plush moved off in a direction.. before it stopped, as Reka stopped, and a sly and unseen grin crossed her face. Hey, if she was invisible.. why not use it to her advantage?
"I want people not to notice Bluewings either.. just for today. Just like me." she said, second guessing that a floating Ledian might attract more attention than she herself would. And then the plushie vanished, in a faint blue glow; she could feel its warmth and fuzziness quite well, but its actual visibility.. no.
"Hehehe.." she giggled, as she ran off down the path. Today might be more fun than it seemed it wanted to be, after all..
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Reka eventually got to where she wanted to be. Even after today's proceedings.. it turned out she was still early. Lucky for her, that. Nobody really cared about the fact she had the Ledian plushie in tow; if anything, it would probably help her campaign, thought the few that it mattered to. It came down, eventually, to Reka sat in a room off-studio, deciding what she could do for her little time slot, with the help of some random people that she guessed she should know, but it didn't matter since she wasn't going to lose. But Reka had never been on TV properly and live before.. it was kind of a status thing more than anything else.
"You seem to focus more on the fact you're damn cute, so.. maybe you could fill the time with something random, like 'how to count'?" Reka wasn't really paying much attention to this guy, a stuck-up Umbreon morph with a silver spoon somewhere on his person and slightly more cockiness than she could really care for. Maybe this guy'd make a nice ornament.. and she mentally kicked herself, while brushing him off.
"I solve looking cute by being there in the first place. I need something to do. Any ideas?"
"Maybe you should just go all out and make your opponent out for the unworthy heathen they're supposed to be." said the second guy.. a Rhydon, but not too large a one. Young, and Reka liked him. He lacked having any form of utensil jammed into any part of his being, and this was quite pleasing.
"Would be nice. Tell you what.. I'll just pretend I'm listening, and make something up on the spot. Has impact value, plus.. I get to surprise you two as well. Won't that be fun?" went Reka, cuddling the Ledian plush lovingly. The two exchanged glances, while the door opened and a busy-looking Ivysaur placed her head around the door. "You're on in five minutes. They want you down on studio."
Then, the head disappeared again - and Reka along with, plush in tow, just leaving the two advisors there to ponder the meowthgirl's fate. Of course, Reka already knew she was certifiably the winner, so this was just.. party play. But still, she had to think of something to do, in five minutes..
"Three minutes." said someone passing her by as she entered the studio. Fine, three. Still more time than she needed. Because.. she had a rather fun idea.
"I want some lyrics for a song. Don't matter which one, just make it cute and meowthy." she told some random guy. Who promptly turned to her like he'd been expecting her all along, and handed her a sheet of paper. "These are for you."
The kittygirl eyed the sheet. The language wasn't recognisable by her, but.. she did know how to pronounce things. If it ounds good.. why'd it matter about the meaning. "I want someone who can play this on set.. two minutes ago." she said to the same guy, as an afterthought. Blonde-haired Lapras, bipedal, definitely male. He pointed towards a corner of the room that had once been empty.
Now it had a piano in it, and a black Spearow sat at it. "Done." he said, before eventually wandering off, leaving Reka, to.. wander off towards the centre of the studio, where people were gathering, and where cameras were pointing.
"90 seconds!"
"Yeah, I'm here." she said, skipping onto stage (amidst a few collective 'awws' from female members of the studio crew). "This going over radio too?"
"Sure is. Busy day in here today. But then, these elections are worth it. Tomorrow'll be one heck of a day."
Reka shrugged. "I only worry about the day when it arrives. And I'm not worried; opinion polls are very good in my favour, actually."
"30 seconds! Miss Reka, just come up here, and wait until that guy at the camera waves at you.. At that point, you're on."
The wiry black meowth just did that.. no questions asked. "Gotcha." she said, tightening the grip on the Ledian for her own personal self-reassurance. Still, she scanned the page of 'lyrics' she'd been handed.. could she really pull this off?
"10.."
Reka couldn't remember herself ever singing, within any lifetime. Maybe it was just something she'd know she could do.. and if she couldn't, it wouldn't hurt her anyway, since all she had to do was say 'Vote for me!' and she'd won, right?
"5, 4, 3..." The count stopped at this point, and she just waited. Patiently, an unusual thing for her to be. And so, the program started.
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Said the TV. "It's a special edition of PMI Local News, airing an hour early, for radio convenience. This broadcast is being made over shortwave and broadcast TV, focusing on the close run-in to our first election day in quite a while, which takes place tomorrow! Here's handing you over to our host.. Cothyl Kezaki!"
The opening shot dwindled, to show just a Sneasel femme dressed in a rather plain and straight red and blue dress. The lights made her eyes shine a little too much, but she didn't seem to make any big deal of it. "Hello! Before we begin this refreshment of today's opinion polls, and any other hot news out there.. we have a special guest down in the studio tonight."
"Apparantly taking the country's interest by storm, sayeth the opinion polls.. It seems to be the moment's favourite nine year old.. possibly of all time. Here's introducing Reka, who will do something for you for around five minutes of this program. As part of her campaign to you people. Indeed." Grin, smile, and the cameraman in front of Reka waved at her.
"Oh.. Hi mister cameraman."
Voice from off.. 'That means you're on, miss.'
"Ohh.. Course it does! Hello world! .. Wow that sounded corny. Still. It's good to be here. I am going to help my big flashy campaign by singing a little song for you. It's called 'Nyaasu no Uta', and I'm really fond of it, actually!"
Some awws occurred, even while the set was rolling. Some things just have to be acknowledged as cute, at least. Don't they always? The piano started up.. trying its best to emulate a high pitched instrument, failing, but not sounding bad.
Reka waited for what seemed like the right cue... which it was, quite coincidentally; maybe she had heard this song before..
"Aoi, aoi.. shiku-ka-na yoru ni wa~.." it came, and everything except the piano went completely silent. Including Reka's thought process. Wow... The voice was good. Cute and good, and it took her so by surprise that she missed the next line, tripping over a giggle-intro a half-bar late.
"Oi-ira hitori de, tetsugaku suru no nya~.."
Reka reminded herself to actually check what this song meant.
"Kusamura de.. mushi-tachi wa.. koro koro.. chiri chiri.."
"Oishi sou ni naite'ru kedo..~ Konyaa~wa, tabete, agenai no nyaa~.."
Some of the staff about the studio were half-singing along, but the mic was trained on Reka, so it didn't harm things any. The habit of whistling the instrumentals was not eradicated, even then. But it sounded okay, so she went with it.
"-Otsuki-sama ga, anna ni.. marui nante... Anna, marui, nante.. anni...~"
Reka had no idea how she was doing, but she seemed to be very happy.. offering a very large smile to the camera, which might have awwed itself had it not been an inanimate piece of metal-glass-et cetera.
"Sekai no, donna.. maru yori marui nyaa~.. sekai no, donna; marui yori ma-rui nyaa.."~
More instrumental. The black Spearow knew his stuff.. and he tried to adlib it, but instead ran into Reka doing the same thing. The result avoided being chaos, and actually sounded pretty fine. The kittygirl was nervous, though, and it showed.
"Hiroi hiroi, uchuu doko ka ni~.. mou hito~rii no.. oira ga, iru no nyaaa~.."
"Onaji you-ni kusamura de.. boro boro.. chara ira..~"
Reka missed the next cue a little, but rescued it, by taking the harmony with the piano - risky, even at a good time of day, and with a song that one knows well. Worked pretty much to perfection.. although she had to wonder whether the Bell was helping here.
"Gi-taa hi-ite, i-yiru no ka nyaa~ nyaasu no, uta-a-wo, utatte'ru ka nyaa~.."
*I'm not helping, I'm listening. Apparantly if you weren't such a nihilist, you'd have been a singer. Funny, eh?*
Reka didn't need such commentary within the song.. and she missed her cue to think as such. *Be quiet..!*
A flash occurred in her head. Reka saw.. -the scene-. From earlier today. And she choked, but.. somehow managed to retain composure, as the waterworks started again. Just a little.. she held them off with full force; the Bell was not proving its dominance, right here on TV..
The pianist noticed the break, and he slowed, which was kinda perfect for the mood, as Reka picked up a tearful sounding continuation;
"...Hitori-kiri ga.. konna ni.. set-su, setsunai na-ante~~.. konna ni, setsunai, nante.. .. konna ni..."
The pitch there went high and low quite a number of times, but.. always it sounded fine. Accident, luck, or the Bell not letting her suffer; it was an adlib, and it sounded good.
The studio was noticing the little breakdown Reka was having, so they tried to sing in louder.. and the mic had to do some fancy moving about to get both sounds in when Reka started to just sing alternately with the last two sentences with the rest of the crowd, just because it felt like fun..
"Ima-gooro.. mi-ina , nani shite iru no ka nya, Ima-goro, mi-ina nani shite iru no ka nyaa~~"..
"Dare ka ni.. denwa.. shittaku /natchatta/, nyaa~~.." finished Reka, in a defiant tone.. before she just plumped down where she was sat, and cuddled on the Ledian plush something fierce. Today was just too much hassle..
.. but the studio didn't mind the adlibbing, and they started applauding, mostly just because some of them wasn't sure Reka's 'act' during the last few verses was an act. Still, Reka had enough left to pipe in at the end.
"And remember. Elections tomorrow. I want everyone out there to vote for me! I'm done.. I'll leave these fine people to scrape my nerve-wracked body from the stage and take me home.."
And that was today's aim completed, Reka knew this, and she just decided that the floornap was best, so over she went, although clapping was the last sound to enter her ears today, at least.
***
Reka was moved to a couch somewhere in the studio, but she didn't wake up that day. No, she slept through until the day after.. the dream she had this day was particularly captivating. It was Sneaker in the same situation as Reka had been in.
There was no bell; which was expected. The problem is that the outcome was.. unsavoury. Sneaker got what they said Reka would have got if she didn't comply, because.. the kitty was just that obnoxious, even at best.
Reka woke up screaming just before his head hit the floor, anyway. Even if it wasn't her.. it both felt like it, and shocked her because hey, she loved that guy. He was just the neatest person in existence, and she could say that as much as she liked since it wasn't self-praise any more!
"I love Sneaker." she told the nearest person.. which was actually the Umbreon from the little advisory session before. He didn't take much notice.. "You woke up. What happened out there yesterday, anyway..?"
"Oh.. Don't worry. I'm rested.." said Reka, pulling herself to a strangely jerky sit. Couches are not comfy to sleep on, by definition. Though they're a good seat.. "And today is the big day. What time will we know?"
"Voting goes on from 10am until 8pm. The results are counted today, as this isn't too big an island, and you'll know before midnight tonight. Heck, if the opinions are right, they won't need to count at all."
"Can I vote for myself?"
The Umbreon smiled. "Nah. Not allowed. But it doesn't matter much in the long run anyway. Shouldn't bother you, you're not going to lose this."
It was mid-afternoon, which meant Reka had been out for just over a whole day. And her head hurt a little. Still, she had to make her presence as nice as possible.. today was The Day, that she'd waited a whole four days for. Too long. She should just think of an easier way to get things done.
Bluewings was somewhere on the floor, just off the sofa. Reka had dropped her while sleeping, and she picked the plush back up just as soon as she noticed this. She tried to remember about where she'd found the Ledian.. but it was just out of her reach. Curious.
This saddened her for a reason she also couldn't place, and she dropped a tear onto the material of the bug's wings, before.. it was passed. The blackcat stood up. "Can I still go out, or would we rather I stay here?"
"Yeah, you can go out. The heat's passed; it's just cloudy and a bit cold now."
Reka awwed. That meant no fun at the beach today. Still, there had to be somewhere she could go.. and, brushing off her still clean dress, she wandered away from the couch and the Umbreon and the room, towards wherever the exit to this big place was.
People would pass her by, morphs of no real regard to her since she didn't know her, but she'd beam and they'd say "Good luck!" or "You're going to win this, miss!" or other such things, It was quite nice, she felt, and she smiled genuinely before she left the building.
Some walking later.. and Reka found herself at the park. Which was actually populated somewhat, with morphs just needing to get out for a walk. Just like her, in fact. "C'mon Bluewings.. let's see if there's anything to do in here." she offered. And then eyed. When had she started talking to the plush, anyway...?
People started to wander over to her when she passed down the walkways, however. It was quite a problem when all she wanted to do was relax.. that morphs would come over out of the blue. "Hey, it's miss Reka!" or something of that sort. Yeah, she smiled still.. but it soon felt hollow. Attention was good, but.. the Sneaker still within her was not particularly pleased.
After all, she wasn't driving people away left and right, which was a breach of her duty. Right?
"I just want people not to notice me today!" she muttered to the Ledian. And then a chill flew up her spine and she tripped over, and landed on her front. Hey. What was that..
"Stupid pathway!" she spoke, before getting off the floor. And then.. staring. Where had her arms gone, anyway.. And he legs.. And just -her- basically. There was.. nothing there.
The Ledian was still there. The fact that a floating plushie was all people new to the particular area of walkway Reka was stood on made quite a few people stare, before.. walking on. No, there are many things about this island one should never ask about, and such..
"Well, this is what I get for thinking aloud, I guess.." the now invisible Reka said. "What did I say.. Today. Oh great. I'll not reappear until tomorrow." The plush moved off in a direction.. before it stopped, as Reka stopped, and a sly and unseen grin crossed her face. Hey, if she was invisible.. why not use it to her advantage?
"I want people not to notice Bluewings either.. just for today. Just like me." she said, second guessing that a floating Ledian might attract more attention than she herself would. And then the plushie vanished, in a faint blue glow; she could feel its warmth and fuzziness quite well, but its actual visibility.. no.
"Hehehe.." she giggled, as she ran off down the path. Today might be more fun than it seemed it wanted to be, after all..
