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*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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"Oh no, it is--was absolutely beautiful. I don't believe I have ever heard such a masterful performance."

For some reason, his eyes look familiar. But Sara swears inwardly she has never seen him before...

*He smiles, pleased and just a bit smug.* You are kind to say so, Lady. I saw your tears and wondered if I had played wrong.

She shrugs. "Tears do not always equate to sadness, my friend. Most certainly not in this case."

She pauses, wondering again. She tilts her head. "Have we met?"

*He smiles* I admit, tears can be of joy, as well. But in some cases it is best to not assume either way at first, without determining the source of the tears, whether it be joy or sadness.

*he holds out his hand* I do not think we have been introduced, no. Please, call me Yrael. A pleasure to meet you, Miss....?

She shakes his hand firmly. "Sara Sidle. And sorry--you just seemed familiar for some reason." She shrugs slightly.

*He looks politely bemused.* Good to make your aquaintance, Sara Sidle, however familiar I might seem to you, already.

Where do you come from, if I might ask? I must admit I have a problem with my curiosity getting the better of me.

She shrugs again. "At the moment, Los Vegas, Nevada. The planet Earth. I work in Vegas as a crime scene investigator. Given the violent nature of my society, I have little time for simple pursuits. Like music." She smiles a bit. "I do enjoy it when I can."

As do I. Music is one of the many things I am, and do.

*still quite curious* Las Vegas... is that anywhere near New York, London, Florence, Italy, or Ell Ay?

I must admit, I have only been to Earth four times so far. Twice to Florence, Italy, and twice to Scotland.

"It's pretty close to Los Angeles. Separated by maybe 200 miles or so. It's in the desert region of one of the North American continent," she says helpfully.

Her head tilts again at his phrasing. "Forgive me if I misunderstand--you are music? What do you mean by that?"

*Yrael grins.* I am one of the Nine strongest Free Magic beings who existed before the world. In that darkness, there was the Free Magic and there was Music. We were both, twisted together: Free Magic beings who gave voice to that music and were that music. The eldest Seven of us gave order to the Free Magic and created the Charter, and used their music and the Charter to sing Creation into being. My younger brother, the Ninth, sought to destroy the world, their creation, for he thought it a taint to the Music.

I chose neither side, for I had neither reason to defend Creation, or to destroy it. For the my 'selfishness', as the Seven called it, I was punished. I was bound into servitude and physical shape for all of Time, seperated from that Music which flows free of the Charter, in the Free Magic which makes up my being. I was kept from giving voice to my Music for four millenia. Now I am free.

Sara blinks. Twice. Slowly. She thinks carefully over all he has said and gives a mental shrug. It's a much prettier story than the Garden of Eden anyhow.

With a smile, she raises her mug. "Congratulations on your freedom, then. And I do not personally see how your choice was selfish. It seems you chose only what you could."

*he smiles slightly.* I wish my elder siblings had thought the way you do. It was only through choosing to help rebind the Destroyer, my brother, that I finally gained my freedom.

I believe it was because, since I had no allegience, they saw me as a potential threat. They had spent quite a bit of their power, put a lot of themselves into their creation and the Binding of the Ninth. I was stronger than any one of them, by myself. But the Seven of them together Bound me, through trickery.

*he waves a hand.* But that is past, now. I am free. Might I buy you a drink, Miss Sara Sidle?

She shakes her head wryly. "And I thought my family had issues. You certainly may, if you call me Sara." She smiles again. "I'm not accustomed to being called by my full name."

Beg your pardon, Sara. *He stands and sets his violin on the table beside his chair, with his recorder. Then he holds out a hand to Sara, to help her up.* To the bar?

Taking his hand, she lets him pull her to her feet. "Lead the way," she says with a smile.

*He grins at her, then turns to thread his way through the room to the bar. He slides onto one of the barstools and runs a hand across the top of the bar.*

Bar, my friend. An Atomic Cat for me, and whatever Sara would care to drink. My tab, if you would.

"A scotch on the rocks," she requests, sitting next to him.

*After the two drinks appear, Yrael hands the scotch on the rocks to Sara, smiling. He takes his own pale drink and sips it, thoughtfully.*

Please, continue to excuse my curiosity. It is rather ingrained. What do you do in your Las Vegas as a crime scene investigator, Sara? What sort of crimes do you normally investigate?

"Hey, I was the one initially being nosy. Quid pro quo." She grins a bit.

At his question, she sighs, taking a long drink. "Practically everything from minor burglaries to rapes and murders." At the mention of rape, her face briefly darkens. But she forces herself to smile again, determined not to be depressed this night.

"It...can drive a person to drink, at times. I truly marvel at what people are willing to do to one another. Never ceases to amaze me."

Some people do not have the same morals as society expects them to have. *He notes the look on her face.* But no matter. This is not a subject for discussion on a peaceful night at the end of the universe.

What brings you here, Sara?

She stares into her drink, before chugging the rest of it. "Initially--walking into a utility closet."

"But now...I don't know. I like most of the people I have met here. And I feel safe." She shrugs slightly. "I don't often feel safe back home."

*He smiles, feeling the odd peace that stays mostly unbroken in his home, the bar.* For most, Milliways is a sort of No-Man's land. It is a safe-zone, a neutral spot, in whatever wars are being fought. Most feel safe here because they know the rules state no violence, no killing, and no business in the bar, and they know that there are those here powerful enough to enforce those rules. It is a safe place, whatever world one comes from. A refuge.

"Yeah." Sara nods her head in agreement. "I haven't had to wonder if someone would put something in my drink, nor have I had to defend myself. Well, except for that tire. And as I've said, I've met some nice people here who apparently have no agenda where I am concerned. It is refreshing."

Tapping the Bar, she requests another scotch. "And you? What brought you here?"

*Yrael sips his Atomic Cat.* I came here to make myself a home. I was never allowed any home while I was Bound by my siblings. When I was freed, I came here to find a place where I belonged, since I had no place in the world my siblings created.

She smiles sympathetically. "That's saddening to hear. The rift between you and your siblings, I mean. I'm glad you found a home, though."

"My older brother and I..well, we're not close. But we care for each other and have each other's back. Our parents were lost to us at a fairly young age."