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milliways_bar2005-06-15 12:56 pm
chelleuncurled) wrote in milliways_bar2005-06-15 12:56 pm
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Tony tries to apologize, fails;Nina Myers tries to plant seeds of doubt;Asmodean talks music
Michelle comes downstairs and sits at the Bar.
She is not even close to happy.
She orders a mimosa, because that doesn't count as drinking in her mind.
It looks like she didn't sleep all that much last night, either;
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She knows better than to ignore him. "Hello, Mr. Natael."
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Asmodean nodded calmly, but paused a touch of concern on his face.
"Is something the matter?"
The bard knew full well that something was the matter, and the look on her face gave him a pretty good idea about what it was. None of this shows on the bard's face, however.
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She takes another sip of her drink and thinks that there's too much orange juice in it.
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"I hope you rest better then."
He paused, and gestured gracefully to the harp.
"Would you care for some music?"
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"Very well, then."
And he played the March of Death.
A grim, powerful piece that was not as much a funeral march, but rather an anti-wedding march. Everything that wedding meant: love, trust, commitment, respect, intimacy. This piece spoke of the opposite. The bard poured his despair, loneliness, hopelessness, hatred, and resentment into the music, as if trying to tear the audience asunder with it.
Truly sublime.
The bard glanced up at Michelle as he finished with a sigh.
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"That was very...powerful."
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"Music speaks."
He meant a lot with those two words.
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"I did. It is the last movement of the Grand Passions Cycle, considered to be the finest piece of music I ever wrote."
He paused and with a touch of sadness in his voice.
"It was one of my earliest pieces as well."
[OOC: *pimps Asmodean's conversation (and dance) with Nina*]
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"The Grand Passions Cycle?"
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"Yes, the piece I played for you was the final movement, the March of Death."
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"How many movements are there?"
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"Three."
[OOC: ...That pairing scares me. Most pairings I suggest/partake in are scary though.]
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[ooc: Aw, but it's the perfect match!]
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"They do."
He paused.
"The first movement is the Breath of the Creator, and the Second Movement is A Heart of Flame."
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"Over the years, they have been played by many groups of musicians, myself included."
[OOC: Asmodean/Nina: theirloveissoevil?]
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"How many years?"
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"I wrote the piece in my late teenage years so... Quite possibly for over three hundred and twenty five years."
[OOC: Indeed.]
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"Yes, while physiologically no real difference exists, my use of the One Power affords me a much longer lifespan."
He paused.
"I will possibly live upwards of nine hundred years."
The bard's age while ambiguous looks to be in his late-twenties, early thirties.
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But she's really not in the mood for small talk right now and her drink's getting empty. And she's not feeling any better.
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A new drink appears for Michelle, but the bard wanders off in pursuit of other patrons.
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