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radiantstory2019-06-24 12:26 pm
radiantlegacy) wrote in radiantstory2019-06-24 12:26 pm
Twilight Town Midsummer Film Festival- OPEN Kingdom Hearts RP
School's out and the sleepy streets of Twilight Town are full and friendly, bustling with relaxed activity.
These endless days are the longest they'll be all year, so take your time and enjoy the laid-back atmosphere.
As evening finally approaches, it's hard to find an empty table at Le Grand Bistro, and the lines for ice cream stretch around the central square.
You may want to try for a take-out carton of chinese, or a pushcart hawking sweet watermelon slices, salted pretzels and buttery popcorn.
The town's mingling energy drifts toward the packed back alley movie theatre, where they'll be showing short films all evening, most of them made by amateur hopefuls- the kids in town, submitted as a final school projects. Rumor has it Scrooge McDuck is backing this festival, in hopes of inspiring young people to explore their talents. His great-nephews have submitted quite the adventure story for your entertainment!
Others are by more intrepid filmmakers with a little more experience, a garden-variety of hodgepodge with something for everybody- horror featurettes with low-budget effects yet thrilling jump scares, an ecclectic mix of documentaries, music videos, computer-rendered animations, touching little romance stories and laugh-out-loud funnies... rumor has it there's an underdog Struggle Tournament flik, poised to rival Rocky.
Will you meet up with your best friends?
Make it an unforgettable first date night?
Brush shoulders with strangers or run into old familar faces?
Or perhaps keep an eye out for enemies, rivals and lingering threats that may be lurking...
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It may have been a hastily cobbled-together project, but Ansem the Wise felt it important to spread knowledge about advancements in hydroponic technologies with other worlds... as well as sending his youngest ahead to scout for a new potential apprentice or two.
Ienzo has his sights set on Pence, to that end. That's the other reason why he's come here in person, a little more openly sociable than he normally tends to be.
He's left his labcoat at home, too- no need to seem unapproachably academic, or too official, although his film is likely to provoke a few lines of scientific inquiry... if it manages to captivate anyone's imaginations at all, seeing how fish and plants can be raised together in a contained eco-system.
After making breathless drop-off his reels he strolls the trolley plaza, hands tucked into his pockets, looking for a small bite to eat before settling down in the backalley theatre. He winds up eyeing a table sharing Remy's Tarte aux Fruit specialty with idle envy.
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(Traveling through Gummi Space is..... interesting, to put it mildly.
And may or may not have required a bit of intervention from Genie to temporarily turn him into a Gummi Ship.)Either way, Carpet has gotten drawn into helping set the festivities up by the Twilight Town volunteers. He's in charge of tying up bunches of colorful balloons to liven the plaza up, in places too high for the other volunteers to easily reach--and 'distributing' the cute cardboard visors with DIRECTOR printed on them.
Distributing, in this case, naturally means depositing them on the heads of unsuspecting festival attendees as he passes by. Ienzo may feel a breeze ruffling his hair, before he's suddenly and mercilessly behatted; if he looks up fast enough, he may even spot the culprit making good on his escape.
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"Ah, hey! What?!" He bows his head forward and to extract the novelty visor from hanging off one side of his bangs, face scrunching into a bewildered and slightly amused squint. He then scoffs a little under his breath, turning it around in his hands, smiling crookedly the moment he realizes that it's only a tacky hat.
"How very strange...." the apprentice murmurs, eyes lifting to glance around, spotting the fleeting shake of a tassel rounding the nearest building's corner. Curious, he slips after it, further down the alleyway. There's at least a few minutes to spare investigating the source of this freebie, before the festival gets started.
"Are these to keep?" Ienzo calls out loud, raising the visor in question. It doesn't exactly fit. Maybe he can get away with pass it off to a little kid.
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It..... sort of works? It slides and bobs around a lot as Carpet moves, but it does stay on. One tassel is holding an entire stack of the tacky visors; the other twists itself into a thumbs up. That's right, they're free to keep! Have fun pranking a kid with it in turn, or more tamely gifting it instead?
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"Oh!" It takes a moment to register what he's seeing, exactly- Not a mascot costume for a flooring warehouse (though wouldn't that be charming?) Something that moves a little like a dusk, but far too singularly colorful with symmetrical persian rug patterns to be a Nobody.
"Hello... and thank you?" Ienzo's expression swiftly morphs from surprise to wide-eyed fascination, then slowly to recognition. "You're... not from around here in town either, are you?"
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Trying to evoke Agrabah's famous belly dancers is about the best he can offer, in terms of providing a concrete answer. Did you ever stop and watch a show while out and about, Ienzo?
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The way Carpet folds near the middle and wiggles on the ends seems to suggest an hourglass shape, and Ienzo's pretty sure he understands the reference.
"Ah? I think perhaps I know the place."
He can't help but smile, which he's been doing so much more of lately that it's almost overwhelming, how different it makes his face feel. How much his heart is stretching open, wide awake.
"Bet you'll enjoy the Bollywood shorts then, huh." He muses wryly.
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Bollywood, though..... that term, he doesn't recognize. Carpet turns to stand in profile, curving into the shape of a question mark. What's he talking about?
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He chuckles, chattering encouraged by the carpet's curious posture, even though it's not exactly brimming with returned conversation. May as well make up for the years of imbalanced, once sided conversations back when he was the one playing selectively mute?
"Not exactly my thing, but... once of my former associates really enjoys them? He likes that they have sitar music in them, sometimes... back before Saix snapped and broke the VHS player, those silly films always seemed to be playing all the time, in the common area..."
"I don't suppose you might come along with me and help find a good spot to watch?" He proposes- as far as Ienzo can tell, no one else is around who seems to be looking for their rug to return, so... maybe it has an enchanted evening all to itself?
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Oh! He did</> see those before, then. Is that what they're called? Carpet perks up at the description, nodding enthusiastically. He can't say he recognizes the name, or knows what a VCR is..... still, he can't blame this former associate for appreciating sitar music. Clearly that was a man of culture and taste.
He'd be more than happy to chatter back at Ienzo, provided with something like a little chalkboard--but in the absence of that, Carpet simply swirls around Ienzo in enthusiastic agreement. Lead on, then! And enjoy watching him sneakily stick tacky hats on other festival goers on the way, because he still has some to give out.
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Merlin should really take a moment to admire this particular one- since his youth, Ienzo had been familiar with so many dancing teapots, enchanted objects, but this one certainly packs an extra punch of personality.
The number of people who barely even notice themselves being crowned with director's visors is also amusing, and Ienzo keeps idle tally... Carpet would have been infinitely useful, for missions where subterfuge was of the utmost importance.
He shakes his head, shrugging his former life in the Organization from mind with momentary annoyance for just how easy it is to slip back into that way of thinking. Wow, the festival's really filling up.
"Hmm... Hey, ah, think you can help me corner a balcony seat?" He prompts hopefully, pointing up toward a higher ledge in the plaza.
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Until he presses a tassel against his front, extends the other with a flourish, and sweeps into a much more obvious bow. It's a display of sheer pride, rather than upset--just who does Ienzo think he's talking to? Of course he can help him with that, that's child's play for something like him! They can be up there before any potential competitors can even climb the stairs.
Carpet flutters obligingly down to Ienzo's feet, hovering just an inch or two off the ground to ensure he doesn't get pinned down by the crowd walking over him.
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So much has changed in a year, and yet not so much- the smells on the air are the same, the breezy chatter, the childrens' smiles are unfailing. But there's a new spirit of revival here, too, since his old friend Scrooge has taken vested capital interest in restoring the town's quaint hub.
It's pleasant to see they're trying on newer civic recreational things now, like film festivals and fine dining. He takes a moment to admire a corkboard of recent community postings, making a mental note to gently encourage the restoration committee of Radiant Garden to arrange for something similar.
Since his return, Ansem has been taking a very decidedly backseat rule- the future belongs to a bright new generation, people with fresher ideas, and he's resigned himself to seeing what they'll do with it.
Since his return thus far, the noxious swathe of Xehanort' shadow extingushed for good, he hasn't been disappointed.
Not far behind him in line for ice cream, he can hear the riled-up chatter of boys and girls pooling their allowance munny, strategizing their orders. When Ansem gets to the front, he digs in his pocket for a very generous sum and lays it down on the counter with a rarely-seen twinkle returning to his eye.
"Good Afternoon? I'll have one Sea Salt Ice Cream, please... and won't you see that everyone waiting so patiently behind me are 'Winners', today, until the rest of that runs out?"
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If there is a film festival today- what of it? Seeing one of many damaged worlds work towards healing with his own eyes is purely coincidental. Aimlessly for now he wanders the Tram Common to take in the boisterous scene.
Still, the happy atmosphere provides a perspective that intrinsically differs from that of the lab. It doesn't hurt to get out every now and again. Planting himself in the middle of it of course has its consequences. A pair of youths nearly bulldoze into his side (tag is it?). At first, he regards them stiffly with a snide lift of the brow. It lasts until the moment the children cry out their sincere apologies.
He leans closer to their level, tone much more affable than it was during his time as a Nobody, although it retains the scolding undercurrent.
"No matter. Perhaps next time you will watch where it is you are going, hm? Yes? Now run along." Even dismisses them with a light sigh, not unfond.
After the reprimand he straightens to flatten out his tousled apprentice's outfit- ever unlikely to leave the castle without it. He does still essentially live for science and science only: that part will never change.
Besides, there are not many other types of clothing in his closet, because, why would he ever need them? With that thought he continues his gait along the path dissecting the plaza to continue his people watching.
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Not that Ienzo hasn't always been an excellent finder of his minders, when he's intended to, that is. So he might have deliberately been leaving Even to ruminating in his own headspace for awhile. It keeps him less prickled, as time and practice at it has proven. After all, he's not so young anymore that he's expected to stay glued to anyone's side, kept close in hand- and he's probably preferable that way.
It's nice to check in for a brief pass, however, and so Ienzo approaches at a weaving stride, appearing at Even's shoulder with a rare bounce on his heels and a smile that's nearing something genuine instead of a furtive smirk, hands clasped behind his back.
"Ah, there you are! Enjoying yourself? I dropped the reels off. May I assure Aeleus that- (speaking of!)" There's a brief buzz in his pocket, and Ienzo- hopeless son of a new technological age that he is, pauses mid-sentence to peek at his gummiphone screen and scroll through several gummiphone text strings and 'gram updates he has going all at once. For a once-mute child, he can't seem to content himself with having less than five inter-world exchanges happening simultaneously, these days. "...that we're taking our 'fresh air' nicely?"
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"Ienzo." He starts off mildly, which is to say, it's not mild at all. 'Aren't you passed the age of running off without warning?' He almost scolds. But of course he is. They are well past expending effort to rectify bad habits of the past.
Even no longer has any right to revisit what life was like previous to all their (simply egregious) mistakes - so he simply doesn't. To do otherwise would be insulting and more importantly damaging to tenderly readjusting hearts. In private, this is a line of thought that is discomforting now that his own heart is back in the equation. Even scowls down at the boy at his side.
But they have more pressing issues to attend to nowadays anyways.
"Well, yes, I had assumed that you would be more than capable enough for such a simple task." He says once the opportunity presents itself. A statement of disguised and reluctant praise if there was ever one.
Although sardonic, Even does respond to Ienzo's pleasant smile with a small one of his own. Entirely caught between telling the fellow apprentice off for the rudeness of answering the gummiphone without properly excusing oneself and simply leaning into the frame to regard Aeleus's texts on the small digital screen. He chooses the latter. The constant chattering of the younger generations with their hands on the newest (and admittedly impressive)technologies gives him a migraine on the worst of days. His hands twitch with the suppressed urge to take the gummiphone.
"You'd best do so, lest he preemptively grow worried over someone's well-being during his absence." Leaving matters be he scans his gaze across their surroundings. At the general revelry. "I trust that there have been no mishaps on his end? I'd not like to have to rush back without good reason. It would be a shame after making the trip."
"Perhaps you'll take your nose out of that device long enough to take part." Naturally he has his criticisms and is not afraid to air them. It is hard for him, in the end, to not out right speak his mind once something has plagued it.
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"I'm quite past the age of a requisite warning wherever I'm going, wouldn't you say?" he snips back, with a small toss-off shrug of his shoulders, glancing aside at a group of teenagers racing across the precarious upper levels of the plaza. He's not sure he's ever followed the appropriate age guidelines for much of anything in his life thus far, so far removed from the norm that there's little point in trying to accomodate it anymore. But maturity and lack thereof is Even's absolute favorite subject to harp on, after whatever subject of research strikes his fancy. Ienzo's so very accustomed to it that he very nearly gets through it without getting bristly in turn.
"The projector looks like an antique-" he reports, lofty, ignoring Even's veiled commentary on his willingness to take on the fetch-and-carry tasks. Someone had to deliver the final cut, along with providing a hastily written introduction card for their submission. "I hope it holds up?" Nothing like delays due to technical difficulties and equiptment failures, though maybe it's a little too early to start spouting off pessimism.
"All's well." Ienzo reads off the screen, sighing with vague lopsided grin of endearment for how laconic Aeleus can be, even over text.
"...I do intend to!" he huffs, pulling the gummiphone flush to his breast pocket, over his heart, peering slightly nettled up at Even. "In fact, I'm downloading the screening schedule as we speak."
Along with casually ghosting around other people's social media accounts to try and figure out where Lea has a fair chance of loitering, so as to better avoid him for the duration of the evening!
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"There has been a notable lack of threatening elements recently as it were." Encouragingly so, otherwise their current surroundings might have not been so jolly. Even splays his arms out demonstratively at the surroundings as he speaks. There is a rather lively scene breaking out between mock hero and mock villain above with the use of foam struggle bats. The ensuing yells and exclamations serve as a sufficient enough backdrop to their conversation as white noise.
This particular world never seemed to fall too far into the darkness in the first place. Not in comparison to some others. Now that they find themselves in a lull after such a great conflict it's even more so the case. How sickeningly heartening.
...Does Ienzo have some interest in the projector? Or is that simply a report? Why the asinine detail in such case. It's not a base thing that he himself would express interest in. But begrudgingly sometimes other people do not share his impeccable tastes and to fully embrace humanity again Even concedes to himself privately that he must accept that, sometimes. "If the equipment has piqued your curiosity we could see that the castle is sufficiently equipped." He tries, quietly refusing to acknowledge the hypothesis of it as some subconsciously repugnant attempt to reconnect.
Speaking of technology and the interest in: Even sneers down at the device held protectively against the younger protégé's chest. "No doubt you'll inform me of what it says sometime today."
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"I could have been worse?" He adds in soft counterpoint after a moment, his eyes also tracing a path to the rowdy Struggle bunch. As far as child terrors go, unethical science projects and dark influences aside, Ienzo considers himself on the milder end of the scale. "I could have been like Braig."
He's heard stories of misbehaviors far more outlandish than his own. It's a wonder poor Master Ansem ever decided to keep picking up strays.
"(And at least I never put a frisbee through the stained glass)" He adds under his breath, eyes going heavy lidded, an expression that mirrors Even's disdain far more than he's willing to admit. The kids of Radiant Garden were a boistrous lot, back when he was young, and even if he was sometimes prone to wandering off, more often than not Ienzo tended to stay put in a corner, silently engrossed in a pile of books. His minders took his docility for granted. Xehanort always said so.
...lately he's been trying to tuck all the things that Xehanort said out of mind. Far easier said than done. Ienzo frowns at frank commentary on the evening's peace, wary of being caught off guard. Still, he's right- they've seen no trace of heartless here, for the first time in his memory. It's a good sign.
"It's still early." he nods, lest they get too comfortable with tenative optimism. "But Twilight Town has an adequate defense squad, these days. I hear Xion's no slouch." He smiles, giving his colleague a knowing tuck of the chin in acknowledgement, a gentle compliment. "Nice work."
Ienzo rubs his thumb absently along the side of his device, fiddling with alert settings, turning down the intensity of vibration to a duller buzz. Oh, so Even's not going to rise to the bait of weighing dated technologies against state-of-the-art ones? Hm. Well then, the reformed schemer will just need to reconfigure his thoughts, now that the idea of getting some new equiptment has been neatly planted. Far be it from him to refuse such an idea.
"Well I was thinking.... maybe for the exposition, it'd be nice to have?" The Restoration Committee's been meeting for weeks about putting on an Expo, pushed back till the end of summer, when they have something cohesive to show for all their hard work and progress. A projector would cap such an event off nicely, slide shows could be assembled, a modest presentation in the courtyard. Twilight Town proves it really doesn't need to be anything too fancy. "But I'd sooner go for a digital one, so we wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of reformatting. We could probably find it easily in San Fransokyo."
"Were you hoping to catch The Seven Wonders of Twilight Town?" He suggests idly, already back to scrolling. "It starts in 10 minutes."
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"Oh must you?" He follows up the jest, tch-ing sharply. "I take issue with this claim of yours." Even sighs once more. This time it is a softer exhalation. The comparison against Braig's atrocious track record tempering the bubbling temper into something more nostalgic but still fittingly dissatisfied. There is a moment of silence as Even faces forward once more, flutters his eyes shut fitfully, and lifts a high-arched brow.
"But you could have turned out so ardently destructive, that is true. But you are not. And for that I am sincerely thankful." The emphasis on the sincerely speaks of a man who has been endlessly pranked and pestered for sport. Without mercy. A enclave of scientific innovation does not need 'some livening up dude' despite some some truly baffling claims otherwise.
All of the stories Ienzo has likely heard are true and not even the worst of it, unfortunately. Suddenly Even recalls a once happily suppressed memory of the Tardigrades Incident and instantly pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off a stress migraine. It grants the precious time Ienzo needs to start his rambling. As he tends to do when allowed the opportunity. And it is allowed, for now. Especially because it leads to praise of Even's accomplishments.
"Yes, as I have stated many times before: the lastest Replicas I created were remarkable beyond most peoples' comprehension. They are indispensable marvels of modern science!" Who else would have been capable of it? There is no one. No one can quite reach his level of ingenuity in this sense. He will take the affirmation in whatever form it is granted to him. Reinvigorated and no longer at risk of a tension headache Even brushes past his companion to renew his leisurely walk.
"We can negotiate the terms of technological updates when we return. Presumably there will be no shortage of opinions on the topic, as unsophisticated as it is. For now we might as well... observe the local standard for cinema. If only to take note of the inaccuracies." The last part is added in as an aside. Because, lets face it, there will be a plethora of mistakes to gleefully criticize from the back of the room.
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He can only think of a hundred or so scoldings where he was pointedly reminded of Lord Ansem's generousity, of how his scholarship was extended on mere mercy more than merit, lest Even's delicate pride in his academic accomplishments be trounced by a capable seven year old.
How even upon meeting Ventus, after the battle, the first innocently friendly words out of this Roxas lookalike keybearer's mouth were-'Oh! But I know you already, Ienzo! You're the boy without parents, that the people at the castle took on!' Right. Still his defining trait, ten years later. Splendid.
But Even's gratitude is rare enough that he'll take it without further complaint, eyes drifting away to roll skyward with a shake of his head and a private smile of resigned fondness as his colleague launches into talking up those modified replicas of his.
"You're really going to critique children's film projects?" Pipes Ienzo, tagging along at his heels. Who are we kidding, Even, of course we are. Critical Thinking is a finely honed mental skill, the practice of which is only improved with popcorn and whispers under dimmed strings of edison bulbs. "When most of them probably rushed it to completion the night before deadline?"
(To be perfectly fair, so did he.)
"I hope there are still open seats..."