♫ 10 | voice / action

[refinedmaestro]

It seems there are many new arrivals in the village, how curious indeed. My name is Frederic Francois Chopin, a pleasure to meet all of the new feathers. And by the calendar's mark, I have noticed Christmas is coming upon us soon and the idea for a concert has still been upon the back of my mind. [There's an audible sigh.] I also have to get gifts

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[jirubajazz]

[Frederic might notice during his walk someone familiar wandering the streets of Luceti as well. Jazz currently has his back to Frederic, puzzling over where he was, but no doubt it was him with his huge ass blade on hand]

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic freezes in place when he catches Jazz out of the corner of his eye. At first he's a little surprised, but then he turns about to walk towards his friend.]

Jazz, it's good to see you again.

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[jirubajazz]

...? [He turns around and stares. He had a look of surprise to be seeing Frederic]

Frederic? You're all right. [Not that it's a bad thing, he's just happy that he's okay] What's going on? This can't be part of Baroque is it?

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[refinedmaestro]

We're not in Baroque, Jazz. This is the city of Luceti, or rather the village to be exact. [He shows him his light gray wings.] How is it you don't have any wings, Jazz?

[winergy]

[ Serenade happens to be following the same path Chopin is, though in a much more hesitant fashion. When she spots the familiar figure, she feels both relieved and even more puzzled. She calls out, softly, before making her way over to him. ]

Mister Chopin?

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[refinedmaestro]

[He sees Serenade and is rather surprised to see her, but he walks up towards her and smiles a small bit.]

Ah Princess Serenade, you are here too? I saw Jazz a few moments ago. Though I'm certain Prince Crescendo will be very happy to see you.

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[winergy]

Is everyone not here with you? I had grown worried; I do not recall parting ways with Prince Crescendo, and this place cannot be any part of Forte or Baroque.

[ Upon closer observation, she lifts a hand to her mouth in surprise. ]

Oh, my. There are wings on your back.

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[refinedmaestro]

[He hears her words and then stares at his wings, only to turn back towards her.]

Oh these? The scientists gave them to us, everyone in the village has them. And well, technically there are some of us are here. Prince Crescendo, myself, and...Count Waltz.

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[lilbunuwiz]

[Peers curiously down at the much smaller character than he, genuinely interested.]

Now then...

[He bends down so Chopin has no choice but to look at the overwhelmingly-large face in front of him.]

What has us got here?

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[refinedmaestro]

[He's rather taken back by the large man, or what he thinks is a man, peering down at him.]

He-Hello?

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[lilbunuwiz]

I knows what you is thinking - because I is a giant, you thinks I is going to gobble you up, or squish you with my foots. Hm?

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[refinedmaestro]

Well either that or the possibility of you being a friendly giant and not having a terrible bone within your body.

[choru]

Still Korean!

[refinedmaestro]

Korea? You are back? But you have no wings.

[choru]

Oh those? I decided to take them off! Now I can wear the latest outfit in a SHINee music video!

[refinedmaestro]

[He'll sigh.]

You're still the same as ever, Korea. I've actually missed you a bit, it's good to see you again.

[mozartisdead]

[Here, have clone!Mozart. And of course he thinks you mean clone!Chopin.]

You're not Chopin.

[refinedmaestro]

[He's a bit confused, but he'll explain himself.]

Excuse me? Of course I am, I wouldn't have the name I have if I wasn't the person I state myself to be.

[mozartisdead]

Chopin died a long time ago! You would have to be a clone, like me. Of course, I'm not a clone of somebody as daft as Chopin. [Chuckles.] Honestly, if you were going to impersonate a clone, you should have claimed to be Beethoven. You can't make sense of a single sonata that loser Chopin composed!

[refinedmaestro]

A clone? I assure you I am no clone, not that I fully understand what exactly a clone is mind you. However, I am not daft nor are my works. You sir will take back your words, I do not tolerate those who insult myself and what I've accomplished with my life.