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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael enters from the back corridor, carrying his violin and wearing his fedora. He wanders over to the bar and, reading from a slip of paper, asks for some sheet music of a song he heard mentioned a few days ago. The music obligingly appears, resting upright against a barglass. Yrael murmurs his thanks. The music is arranged for two violins, a viola, and a cello, but as Yrael is the only one playing, he does his best with one violin. He begins working his way through Bach.*

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[ember_eleven]

Ember turns her head toward the music. She recalls seeing the man at the bar a few times. As she looks away again, her nose catches a familiar scent. Her eyes look over the entire bar before they land on him. Not seeing what she was looking for, she peers closer at the man. White hair, interesting shaped eyes...

Her eyes widen.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael concentrates on the swiftly moving sixteenth notes. After running through one measure five times until he got it correct and up to the correct tempo, he pauses.*

A glass of milk, please Bar. *it appears beside the music* Thank you much.

*he sips from it, sets the glass back down, then goes back to practicing. He is not used to reading music. He had always just made it up on the spot.*

[ember_eleven]

That voice...

"You're that cat, aren't you."

It's not a question.

[mogget_cat]

*sardonically, not pausing in his playing* Madame. I am no cat.

[ember_eleven]

Ember blinks.

"Oh, that's right. You're an eight foot pillar of flames."

[mogget_cat]

*He raises an eyebrow* Only if I have need to be.

I am Yrael. I am me, and all that comes with that.

[ember_eleven]

"Well, I am Ember."

She looks at the thing in his hands.

"What is that you are playing? The music is beautiful."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"That, dear ... elf ... is Bach."

[ember_eleven]

Ember turns and just looks at the man.

"Hello."

She turns back to Yrael. "I mean the intrument."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava wanders over from where Snow and Meg are confronting Rapf. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/1230259.html?thread=44734643#t44734643) Edielwiess is in her arms, of course.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael grins and nods at Svava and the murderously cute kitten.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Hello Yrael." She gives him a smile, sitting down nearby. Edielweiss blinks at him, whiskers twitching as she sniffs in his direction.

[mogget_cat]

*smiling and tipping his fedora* Good evening, Svava. How are you?

*He sets down the violin bow for a moment to reach over, let Edielweiss smell him (as is polite), and ever so gently scratch behind Edielweiss' ears.*

And how is Edielweiss?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Edielwiess recognizes Yrael's scent, and starts purring, rubbing her tiny face against his hand.

Svava gives Yrael a nod, then smiles at the kitten. "She's doing fine, starting to explore my room, now. Thankfully not that many things for her to get into trouble with.

"And I'm doing well, mostly. Just feeling a bit closed in, since I'm not that sure about taking Edielwiess out on a walk in the woods just yet."

[mogget_cat]

*He smiles down at Edielweiss, amused* When her claws grow a bit you shall have to move anything made of cloth, or anything at-all scratchable, away from the floor. She will begin to get her claws hung in cloth, which would be painful for her. Later on it will not hurt her, but only mean damage to the cloth. *he grins at Svava*

If you take her outside, watch out for the demonic rabbits, would you?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"...I'll probably have to pay for her using pieces of the furniture to sharpen her claws on." Svava chuckles, then a quick shake of her head to Yrael.

"I won't be taking her outside then."

[mogget_cat]

*he sits upon one of the barstools, continuing to play*

That would probably be best, for now. At least until she is old enough to fight back. *he grins. Another thing to teach.*

*politely, since Edielweiss is technically Svava's* May I hold her?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He walks up, fingers "directing" in time to the music, a wide smile on his face.

[mogget_cat]

*He nods in greeting, continuing through the higher parts of the song*

Good evening, Doctor. I remembered the music you mentioned the other day. Did the bar give me the correct music?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He nods. "It is. You play it enthusiastically." He smiles again.

[mogget_cat]

Thank you. It takes enthusiasm, emotion, to keep music from becoming merely noise, I have found.

*he pauses in his playing to scratch the nearby kitten behind the ears and look thoughtfully at the music.*

The only problem is that this was written for four parts, and I am only one violin.

How are you, tonight, Doctor?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"I am doing well. And yourself?"

[mogget_cat]

Relatively well. *he gives the kitten another scratch, and then picks it up and sets it on his shoulder. He keeps an eye on it so it won't be in any danger of falling.*

*he begins playing again* Did this Bach write any other pieces?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"He was a very prolific creator. It was in his blood, you see. Another Bach is ..." He glances out the window ... "was very famous also."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael follows Lecter's glance out the window, curiously, then glances back at him with an eyebrow raised* Indeed?