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asoutcastshear

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Apr 26, 2011 16:07

[Erik has come to a basic understanding of why he is here in the Keep. He spent the first night acquainting himself with his journal contraption before venturing out to find a piano or an organ of some sort. Upon locating one, he seated himself and began to play.

What is that somber song you hear? It is Erik mourning.]

angel of music, heard as outcasts hears, learn to be lonely, always singing songs in my head, !audio, no one but her, my heart heard music, !christine, one love; one lifetime

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[Text] thii2ii22tupiid April 26 2011, 20:09:29 UTC

thii2 ii2 how you 2ay "hello?"

[Text] asoutcastshear April 26 2011, 20:11:36 UTC

[Erik writes back in fancy 19th Century font.]

Pardon?

[Text] thii2ii22tupiid April 26 2011, 20:13:51 UTC

*Sollux just sticks with his handwritten chat speak :3*

ii fiind annouciing your pre2ence wiith a 2ong kiind of odd.

*He didn't even sing like that other girl, but this one sounded less accidental.*

[Text] asoutcastshear April 26 2011, 20:17:35 UTC

I'm afraid your writing is illegible.

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[commentlog] halfbrokenwings April 26 2011, 20:56:05 UTC

[Isabella's ears pricked at the sound of someone playing a mournful melody upon a piano and went to investigate. It was not that hard of a place to find, since she mapped out all the areas that harbored instruments.

She was also not about to intrude upon the person that was seated playing either, and stands in the doorway, watching politely.]

[commentlog] asoutcastshear April 26 2011, 21:15:28 UTC

[The playing stops abruptly. Erik has enough practice spying on someone to know when someone else is doing the spying. He closes the lid of the piano slowly and scans the area. When he spies Isabella in the doorway, he gets up and retreats and finds some place to hide.]

[commentlog] halfbrokenwings April 26 2011, 21:20:19 UTC

[She blinks. That was far from the reaction she was used to with people of musical talent! Even less so from those of her own time and place- she expected perhaps, anger, at the intrusion. Not retreat.

Curiosity drew her out from the doorway, but she would not enter. ]

Sir? I did not mean to startle you. I had only wished to listen without interrupting.

[commentlog] asoutcastshear April 27 2011, 02:55:55 UTC

[When Erik speaks, it sounds as if it is coming from everywhere at once.]

It would have be most kind of you to make your presence known before intruding. I did not request an audience.

[Well outside of whomever was listening with the journal.]

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[text] purrtndyfuntms April 26 2011, 21:40:44 UTC

:33 < *nepetas ears purk up at the sound of the purrty music*

[text] asoutcastshear April 27 2011, 03:03:30 UTC

[Oh god not more of you guys.]

You must write properly if you wish to converse with me.

[Srsly. He's not in the mood.]

[text] purrtndyfuntms April 27 2011, 07:24:01 UTC

:33 < *nepeta bounces on the funny music board and makes the keys go ping!*

[audio] asoutcastshear April 27 2011, 12:25:05 UTC

[Nepeta will have a very frustrated Phantom on her hands. He doesn't write back and instead responds with discordant, angry notes.]

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70ftandcounting April 27 2011, 02:42:45 UTC

[Upon her arrival to the Keep and after panicking, calming down, panicking again - then calming down again, she'd inspected the map then made a beeline for the Bower.

It had everything she could have hoped for, and it was there now that she had set up a canvas by one of the windows and was painting when she heard the song.

Setting her paint brush down, she crept silently towards the sound, around the corner, and

--eep.

A man. A masked man, playing the piano. She jerked back around it, chewing on her lip before deciding to poke her head back around, listening as he played.]

asoutcastshear April 27 2011, 03:09:47 UTC

[He continued to play, a medley of songs he wrote for Christine or songs from operas Chrissie sang for him. It was making him realize how much he missed her.

The hairs on his neck stand and he gets the feeling he is being watched. He stops playing and looks around.]

70ftandcounting April 27 2011, 03:12:13 UTC

[...Oops. She's caught.

She's clutching her frying pan to her chest - she never leaves her room without it these days - and she steps out shyly from behind her corner, hugging the metal close.]

...Please don't stop. It's beautiful.

asoutcastshear April 27 2011, 03:19:47 UTC

[This is so annoying. Erik hates being outed like this. He usually doesn't reveal himself unless he wants to be revealed. He makes a mental note to take one of those portable looking pianos back to his room with him so he can avoid this kind of intrusion in the future.

He does not resume playing, his gaze fixed firmly on Rapunzel. You're interrupting his mourning.]

I do not appreciate this intrusion.

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