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Episode 3: 5
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    • W-was this an earthquake? The building wasn't shaking hard enough for that, I don't think… but earthquakes come in different levels. That thing called the richter scale. If it is an earthquake, then I should get under the table. I crouch low, then look up.

    The table is made of glass.

    This isn't a good idea. I move toward the entrance since that's the next place to be. I crouch low and protect my head.

    "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

    My ears ring. So hard that I'm getting a migraine. This wasn't a natural disaster. I mean, it was a natural disaster - but not on the level of a calamity. It was human made. That was an instrument. That was a person screaming.

    "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

    I think it was English, but if it is - I haven't studied to that level yet. It was so garbled that I couldn't make out a single vowel or syllable. It just sounded like screaming… which I think it was. Was this some genre of music? I opened up the door and looked over the balcony.

    It was coming from out front. I put my shoes on and made my way to the front entrance of the apartment complex.

    There was a girl in black frilly clothes strumming on a guitar. There was a hat on the ground with a few yen coins inside of it.

    "Uh," I hesitate, look at the girl, then back up to the apartment.

    [_] Go tell the girl she's breaking noise regulations around the apartment.
    [_] Go back inside, this wasn't worth the time.
    [_] Take this time to talk to her.
    [_] Other
     
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    • Someone playing metal music?

    [X] Take this time to talk to her.
     
    Episode 3: 6
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    • I was always told to be careful talking to strangers. Dad tried to tell me that everyone deserved to be lent an ear, but there were still people out there that were dangerous. I don't think this girl, even if she is loud, is one of them. "E-excuse me?"

    "YES? HELLO?" she was speaking English. English that I actually understood!

    "Yes, hello. How are you today?"

    "Errrr…"

    Did I say something wrong?

    "I am very sorry."

    "YES? HELLO?"

    Was I misspeaking? I frown and bow my head. I wanted to apologize again, but there was the possibility that I'd offend her.

    "Uhhhh, I'm not actually fluent. I'm sorry," the girl says as scratches the back of her head. "I mean, hello!" the hand occupying her head flies forward for a handshake. "Are you a fan? Did you come over to donate? I take anything! Really!"

    "Oh, I-I see," I'm getting a similar vibe from her that I got from Midori-san's friends. "Not exactly. The apartment shook, so I came down to see what was going on. Part of me thought it was an earthquake."

    "Really? That's so cool! I didn't think I could get that loud," the street performer looks down at her guitar and her amp in admiration. "Is that all you wanted to say? In that case, you're sort of interrupting my jam session. I've got more people just dying to listen~!"

    If there were people around here, there weren't now. I didn't want to point out that fact, but part of me felt sorry for her.

    [_] Stick around and listen. Sympathy is the first step toward God.
    [_] There was studying to be done. Best to leave her.
    [_] Ask her what she's doing out here on school hours. She seemed pretty young.
    [_] Other
     
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    • [Q] Ask her if she knows about tinnitus, and if she's taking care of her ears properly.

    [X] Stay and listen. Sympathy is the first step toward God.
    -[X] From a proper listening distance.
     
    [X] Stick around and listen. Sympathy is the first step toward God.
    -[X] From a proper listening distance.

    Momo's such a nice kid.
     
    [X] Stick around and listen. Sympathy is the first step toward God.
    -[X] From a proper listening distance.

    Did not know that Momo was back.

    So happy a quest I used to follow when I first came to SV is back at it again!

    The quality is just as great as back then!
     
    Episode 3: 7
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    • I don't say anything. Instead, I sit down on the other side of the street so I can show my ears some mercy. The girl seems sad when I step away, but when I take a seat on the sidewalk, she brightens up with a smile.

    The screaming continues. I don't understand her use of language or the meaning of the song, but I get what she's trying to convey. Her talent as a musician, I think, is her ability to actually play the guitar. It seems like she's straining her voice to get the sounds she wants. The only thing that'll get her is sore vocal chords.

    The performance lasts at least fifteen minutes. I zone out partway through it, but I still listened to a majority of the performance. I give a little clap. She bows repeatedly, probably content after another long 'jam session'.

    It takes me a little bit to think of the right word, "That was an earnest performance."

    The musician has her eyes on the ground.

    "Are you okay, Miss?"

    Tears hit the pavement.

    "Thank you."

    "Huh?"

    "I SAID THANK YOU!" her arms go out. I'm pulled into a hug. A tight hug. "From this day forward, you're my NUMBER ONE FAN!"

    "I-I liked it, but that doesn't mean--"

    "Nonsense! Just for you, I'll come back here tomorrow! The same time, the same place! I can probably write another song if I stay up all night."

    "Please, don't ruin your sleeping habits for my sake. You have to get a full eight hours or--"

    "YES! THAT'S IT! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

    I'm being completely ignored. "Momo Sakura," I pull away from the hard embrace.

    "I'm Koharu Taiki, the Darkest Angel!" she throws me a two finger salute while grabbing her guitar and amp. "I promise, I'm coming back tomorrow!" after that she storms down the road without giving me a chance to say anything else.

    I was going to ask what she was doing here during school hours.

    END OF EPISODE 3​
     
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