Showtime! [Mime]

[Akuro Kunashi]

The performance time was now at hand; The young girl thought back on what was planned.
As she strode out, the crowd would stand. The voiceless girl, a color scheme, bland.

A profound breath helped the mime prepare, a final struggling grasp of air.
The countless eyes fueled her despair, but she could not leave her family there.

Her part to play was just the start: the dismal lead, with gloom to impart.
She began with a deceptive art, the crowd feeling for her bleeding heart.

An armchair thought and to it she’d crawl. She sat on top and began to bawl.
Untutored minds she would enthrall, until the final curtain call.

Anxious and awaiting the next scene, her siblings were nowhere to be seen.
Upon the stage they would convene, the distressed damsel waits inbetween.

Topic Created/Entered with NPC Musei Kanashimi
Kanashimi placed a will genjutsu on the crowd, a sort of "empathetic" thing. She then imagined an armchair and crawled onto it, to make it seem like she was floating to the crowd.

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Musei "Pappy" Tsurai

A man past his prime,
Has no sense of time,
And so he arrived rather late.
But his family should cheer,
That he is even here,
And that he remembered the date.

So in gimped their Pappy,
Who's face looked quite sappy,
With its half and half coloring scheme.
But despite his old age,
He showed off his rage,
For people aren't always as they seem.

So he waved his fierce cane,
Looking slightly insane,
As the crowd couldn't see the thing.
He chastised the girl,
And her chair he did hurl,
For on him a bee did sting.

Realizing his error,
He picked up the chair,
And pat his granddaughter's head.
He gave her a cookie,
Like a lovable Wookie,
And laid down on an invisible bed.

[Topic Entered with NPC]

 

[Suzuki Setsu]

[spoilername="Musei Hakai"]

[/spoilername]His face all smiles, he strode onto the stage,
The villain role, that was his call today.
But Pappy was doing things his own way,
Hakai was not happy, this caused him to feel rage.

The senile old coot muscling in was bad,
Though nothing could be done to prevent him.
So the younger man went with th'elder's whim
Now Hakai played the sidekick with all that he had

For th'elder he bowed and formed out of clay
An unseen pedestal for him to climb
A chance to show the true pow'r of a mime
Yet the old one did naught but on his back lay.

Incensed, the young man stuck to the bed,
Hidden bombs that would toss him on his head.
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He knew that Pappy would be just dandy
And so turned his sights to th'other actor
He laid out more cookies, bait to attract her
To the crowd he showed rope and things he had handy.

A pulley was one, mounted in the sky
Though which Hakai's rope was soon threaded
One end, a noose, was 'round a treat embedded
Hakai held th'other end and planned to lift her high.

Would she follow through with her role this show
And play the victim walking to her demise?
Or Pappy change roles and don a new guise?
Or e'en have a new face upset the status quo

Whate'er occurred, Hakai would persevere,
He was a mime, to his role he'd adhere.​