Steel Strings [Audio/Open]

[lastofvaldemar]

Why in the name of...

[There's an odd, sort of out-of-tune twang that mellows into a proper note, even as it plays. Van strikes the note again and makes a more subtle adjustment]

Why would you string a nine-string lute with steel strings? It's murder on the tuning.

[And once more~ That time seems right....can't deny the tone, though. Miss Kate,

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What in the fuck is that noise.

[It's really disturbing him in his happy time emo corner.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

It's a Lute, actually.

[He frowns at the ID number. Surely not.]

A very odd one.

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I'll be sure to add that to why my week's been so bad.

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Icily]

I'm sure there are other reasons, as well.

[ttlynotawizard]

[There's a strong clearing of a throat here.]

And here I thought we had a gained a positive memory to associate with the harvest season.

[lastofvaldemar]

I hate Harvest, and nothing you say will make me change my mind.

Unless you're willing to go into the snow, I think I'm entitled to hate the entire Harvest season. Is that fair?

[ttlynotawizard]

You wound me, love.

[He's laughing.]

[lastofvaldemar]

...

[pffff deflated.]

You started it.

[ttlyisabard]

Nine strings? Uh ... I'm not familiar ... but maybe you need to pluck it with a pick or something more exotic?

Where would you like to meet me?

[lastofvaldemar]

Honestly, the only place I could think of would be Sergei's, if you're amenable. Remy's angling for a seat, he's incorrigible.

[ttlynotawizard]

Am not.

[ttlyisabard]

Are too.

[She giggles lightly.]

Sergei's it is. I'll be there shortly ...

[About ten minutes later, the redhead shows up in a yellow sundress, her electric guitar in tow. The amp was left at Sergei's like always.]

Vanyel? Here yet?