Pinned on the Message Board

[musicalplum]

[Troubadour stands by the message board, staring at any passerby with what he believes is discretion but is actually hopelessly obvious]

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[trademark_skull]

[Sorry, this one is too infuriated by current events to pay attention to your flawlessly drawn doodle, Troubadour]

[musicalplum]

[staaaaaaarrrrrrre]

[trademark_skull]

[What was that chilling feeling just no-oh...]

[musicalplum]

[he's now looming over Emizel, unintentionally creepy as he speaks quietly]

Are you reading my notice?

[trademark_skull]

[Creeeeeepyyyy]

W-what...notice..?

[musicalplum]

W-What? Why, this one!

[he smacks the board, and his..."masterpiece"]

Are you saying it does not draw the eye in with its glittering color?

[trademark_skull]

[Stares at for a moment...]

[.....]

Not really.

[musicalplum]

Surely you jest! It took me so long to so effectively convey the nightingale's glorious golden glow!

[trademark_skull]

But it's just a picture?

[Not a very good one. But going to digress that.]

[musicalplum]

Of course it is!

I didn't have the material to make a statue, after all!

[trademark_skull]

...Why would you make a statue of it?

[musicalplum]

The impact of the Golden Nightingale's beauty would be greater in a 3-D format, of course.

[trademark_skull]

Uh.... Alright then.

[Tries to play along then?]

[musicalplum]

Regardless! [back to looming over Emi]

Have you seen it?

[trademark_skull]

[Will you stop that already ;;]

N..no, I haven't.

[musicalplum]

...oh.

[defeated, he slumps into a hunched position on the floor]

[trademark_skull]

[Geez, don't try to make him feel sorry or anything.]

I-it's probably not even here.... Why is it so important?

[musicalplum]

[he looks up from his knees, despondent, but then he shoots back up to his feet, right back to being energetic]

I had spent years tracking down the summoning scroll for the Golden Nightingale! It was my dream, and at last, I found it...and with a past love, I was able to unlock the scroll!

[he folds his arms, scowling]

But now I'm here, and the nightingale is nowhere to be found!

[trademark_skull]

Can't you just...summon it again?

[musicalplum]

No! Once the Golden Nightingale has been summoned, it cannot be summoned again unless it has been un-summoned!

[trademark_skull]

O-oh....

[Well, then.]

Well I still doubt it would be here.

[Gold bird doesn't really fit the whole Netherworld theme anyway.]

[heartfulsong]

[Utau doesn't grant that bulletin more than a mere glance before focusing her attention on the pitifully obvious man standing near it. She then sighs, rolling her eyes.]

...Figures.

[musicalplum]

[he's already stepping closer, eyes sparkling]

Have you seen it?

[heartfulsong]

I haven't.

[The words are curt as she steps away from him. She's not fond of violation of personal space, Troubadour.]

Though, I assumed only an idiot would be so careless as to lose something important.

[musicalplum]

I-Idiot...! It's not my fault! It flew away without any regard to its new master!

[heartfulsong]

Then obviously, it deemed you unfit to be its master.

[She says matter-of-factly, as if she's unfazed that her comment from earlier was too harsh.]

If it flew away from you, then isn't that enough of a hint?

[notquitedracula]

[Over to the message board strides a young man in a long white coat. He glances over the missing bird flyer, but seems to be looking for something else - sorry Troubadour, he's not even sparing you a glance.]

[musicalplum]

[Troubadour sighs...another one ignoring his flyer. Despite all the effort he put into it! He steps in front of Soma, frowning]

Well!?

[notquitedracula]

[Sigh. Some soandso's always trying to iceskate uphill...]

Deep subject. Is there any particular reason you've seen fit to invade my personal space?

[betraitorous]

[The message catches the eye of Betrayus as he floats past, stopping and glancing it over. The most it gets out of the ghost is a slight scowl.]

What's so important about some hideous bird?!

[Seriously, that color disgusts him the longer he looks at it. If he does manage to find this thing, he thinks he'll scorch it into a turkey dinner.]