Night II

[Jin]

43rd Day of Fall ~ 510 AV
Night II Post-Rebirth

“I want you to breathe in.” The Ethaefal breathed in. “And breathe out.” And as told, he breathed out. Then he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to release it. “Where am I?” It wasn’t loud, for he wasn’t a loud guy. The structure in his throat and the sound from his voice explained it all, for it came out feminine and frail. He knew what had happened. His body was weak, but his mind had been well aware of the events happening. He was a fallen, a fallen follower out of Leth’s wounds. Looking out towards the moon, as it bathed him and his surroundings under a surreal, navy blue setting, the Joie de vivre returned to the young man and the iridescent kind of skin that he bared would make someone looking at him in a third-person perspective see that he was either naturally nutty or on some drugs.

His arms have swooped and coiled another, and his feet were clapping. Sitting over a rooftop, with his lord staring at him right now had to be the best moment he could attain in the mortal world right now. This required a celebration! Fumbling into his pocket, and revealing a wooden flute, he blew into it. The vibrations and sound waves of love and joy flourished during the peak of the night of Syliras. Whoever was awake to listen would be marked with the gift of luck, for they would be listening music from a child of Leth. When finished, he thought more on what to do in this new reality. He didn’t consider himself a remnant or discarded piece of Leth, but now a being with a new purpose. Maybe the Ethaefal was to spread to love of the gracious moon? Maybe bring Leth’s name to fruition and value, enough to be worshipped by the masses! His vision of reality seemed to have gone for the farfetched.

What God chooses a Flute player to be their ideal key to being worshipped or additionally respected? The Ethaefal knew his limits, and didn’t dare try to go to a direction he knew pretty little of. His mind was with the music, and only when time revealed that he was needed, would he try and bring everything within his power to a firm grasp, and utilize it in the name of the all great Leth! God of the Moon! Harbinger and wielder of change, reflection, and thought. The enthusiasm of the Ethaefal was going to rise again, but he learned not to go so far without there being a truer reason behind add-on good behavior. Now standing, he grasped a better look of the scenery. He remembered being inside a room tonight, and figured that the people there had helped him and already dressed him. It was nice of them, but he had to go somewhere else. This wasn’t the place he needed to be.

With that, he leapt into the night, roof top over roof top, with his fluorescent body and otherworldly features making him seem as though he were some mythical being manifesting into people’s reality. Luckily there were hardly any people around. When he landed on ground, he looked around and saw nobody. A dead street. He didn’t like it. He walked on this road and into the next at its corner, to see if there happened to be a place that he could play his flute in harmony and with enough attention to make others feel the same vibe. And right as he turned, he looked and seen a woman being hit. The man hitting her obviously had temporarily killed his brain with loads of liquor, as he struck her sloppily and with a voice all too loud and loathsome. But there, at his back, was a place was people were dining, having fun, singing and dancing. Only the people near to the front door could hear and witness this. It was either ignore and play his music, or stop the fight and probably be feared and not be accepted.

The will in him could not miss the opportunity. Quickly, he ran to the man and woman, with his flute to his side. All the speed he could carry had been pushed out, with enough to make a fair galloping sound in its wake. The smile was long lost. He didn’t like how people acted over another, especially if they could tower the other and be, for the most part, mean to them. With one swap to the neck, the Ethaefal hit the burly man and forced him to lose his footing, and begin to stumble. Surprisingly the human said, “HahaHA! What was that? That isn’t where you strike!” He then started to raise his hand. “If you’re looking for the neck’s pressure point, you pretty much have to swipe the part that is behind, near the nape, but enough to force the neck to bend… As so!” He then went on to demonstrate his knowledge to the Ethaefal.

[Jin]

But his words were too long, but also well informing. With speed still left to release after a good pause, he leapt. And kicked the man at the place suggested. For some odd reason, it worked, and the man started flying to the diner’s wall, falling into a pool of water where horses drink. “Thank you for teaching me about pressure points. It might in fact come in handy someday,” the Ethaefal said in with a sarcastic tone of voice, with his pinky practically touching his lip in triumph as he giggled. The woman he saved then went all in his chest with her cheek, and tried to ask, “Would you like to dance, my hero?” But he didn’t listen. Although the people could see this man with horns glowing, with enough power to knock down the bully of the place, they couldn’t utter another word. The vibration of the man’s body hitting their wall scared even the ones inside, and they became still and quiet as they glared to this man.

The walk from door to the heart of the diner—the performance stage—wasn’t all that annoying. He could tell it in the atmosphere that they were all probably afraid, didn’t know what to do, have no idea if they should run or sit down and not create a peeve. Placing his hind on a stool, he looked at everyone with a grimace. He knew that these people probably never have seen an Ethaefal, but could care less of the curiosity. He just wanted to play music. With that held in mind, he summoned his flute, and placed a lovely tune. From just the initial sound, everyone fell stoked for a while. And then were moved to tears.

The evening setting turned out to be nice, for everyone who attended his musical didn’t try to think of the probably of the Ethaefal making an outbreak and causing a whirl of excitement to burst out for the listeners. They each knew the story it had portrayed, and like an audience they cannot let their hinds go from their seat, cannot let their eyes go from the performer, cannot allow any of their sense, mostly the ears, to be led astray from this mystical spellbind. The people were there to party but had been captivated by the mysteries of this unknown person with oddly slicked back horns and shimmering skin.

From within the souls he inherited from Leth, they all could feel the vibe, as they all had something familiar to this sorrowful tune in particular. Only a few actually pierced his eyes and ears, and drew out not just an illusion, but a memory. In a haze, and then with pictures, the Ethaefal witnessed a man and his wife beginning to argue. And the sound of the music was beginning to lead to that scene for its audience, with the rise and utilization indicating ignorance, roots to a corruption, and consequential oppression, presented all in one verse. Tears were released by the few in the distance, and one would think it should have stopped there. The Ethaefal was in a trance, and couldn’t release his lips. The souls from within were calling, wanting to tell more of their story.

Another story came from one of the few randomly chosen souls, with bits and pieces of the scene in its memory, for the fact that it had lived its life blind. The blind woman held the adequate amount of strong will, almost to the beyond in understanding herself. She lived to her peak of maturity. This persuaded the music loving crowd to feel at ease as the sound of the flute descended. Even the previous musicians were feeling a little triumphant to play along with the flutist, but knew better not to interrupt such heavenly, theatre-quality sounding. They placed their things down, and finally sat down as the song carried on, having the woman begin to feel her way to the next gated atmosphere. Finding the door, she then put the key in its right place, and entered. So far, she found her correct destination.

Then something took place: An unknown grab, resulting to her having to struggle. The woman fought for her life from the person, but couldn’t win in the end. That’s when the assailant sent the final strike, forcing her to a sleep. Already blind, she already saw the darkness. From then on, she would live in it. Alone. It ended there for her, but little that she herself would ever know, she had been absorbed by Leth. The people, who loved music, even named the small dancing and music diner “The Forever Theme” was beginning to bawl, with their emotional hands beginning to lose their control in holding their faces. These people were more emotional than many, for they used music just like the Ethaefal had, just not to this extreme. Not so close to touching reality as this. As one of the locals and common with the diner, even the big guy sitting in the horses’ drink water outside started roaring with his cries. This stopped the music. The people, and the Ethaefal, all paid attention towards the doorway and thought simultaneously that he didn’t have enough. Then heard his sound all the way and started to feel sorry. This was the man who every once in a while ruined their parade. Yet, after hearing such lovely music, they felt his affection.

The nameless one finally opened his eyes, and looked to the crowd while standing up. He placed the flute back into his pockets, and started taking his leave. It felt like he had done a duty that he yet could not name, and held no reason to stay any longer. The memories of the past lives were back, and knew how he came here and why he was inside that house in particular. Although he learned that he was homeless, the best way to keep himself in mortal form was to sit somewhere safe and from danger. He learned that the lost soul he had been befallen with happened to be a Chaktawe, and a strong one. So safety had to be second most to worry. The most was how he could serve Leth. This can’t be the limit. It had to be something more higher and with reason. These people did lose a bully, and gained a sensation of a lifetime, but it wouldn’t affect the rest outside their diner’s dancing and music.

Taking his leave, the woman he saved earlier hugged and kissed him on the cheek. She told him, “I hope that you and I can see one another again some time, babe.” Being totally asexual, the Ethaefal look at her, and smiled just so she could smile back and feel the persuaded idea that he was coming back. Not answering meant he didn’t have to lie. When hopping out, and landing on the roof top, he tried looking for the room he had been resting in. When he finally found it, morning was almost becoming apparent. The moon was beginning to lose out and turn faded by the light from its opposite. The luminosity from the Ethaefal was beginning to diminish. When he reached the bed, he tried to neatly smooth out the bed.

[Jin]

44th day of Fall ~ 510 AV
Day III

That’s when Tina walked on by, and saw this young man inside Jin’s room. She could see him from the door’s crack, and only looked because she heard a noise inside. The man looked a little… pretty. Tina didn’t know what to do but grin. For the first time in years, she grinned. How big the grin was. It was enough for her to stop dreaming about dark things, and dreaming about how much she could blackmail Jin for having a secret boyfriend. The possibilities were endless. And when the night turned into day, she rose out of bed around noon. Washed, dressed herself in haste, and went inside Jin’s bedroom. This was the first time she went to go and had the desire to speak to someone.

“Hey Korn,” she said with an obvious hollow chuckle. “Who was that in your bed last night?” Jin could only look at her as if she was crazy. “What did you say?” But the redirecting question only made her more intrigued the fact that he was going for an obvious lie. “Let me say it more clearly: Who was that pretty boy in your bedroom, standing right by your bed, Korn? Simple.” She wanted to laugh out loudly, but had to hold a grin at the most so that he could take this less seriously. The more serious it was though, the more it could be funny. “There was no man in my room. No person came in but you.” All she said was: “Interesting.” And walked back to the door and closed it. Then reopened it, and reopened the conversation, “Just to let you know… I can blackmail you know.” And she shut the door quietly. If Jin thought yesterday had been weird. He wondered how today was going to turn out…

[Mixcoatl]

The Lord of the Hunt is Pleased! The Lord of the Hunt showers you with gifts in joyous celebration! Jin XP: None ----- Lore: A Human Neck's Pressure Point ----- Additional Notes: I honestly couldn't give you much for this thread. I wish I could, but I honestly can't. You have 22 Unarmed at the time of this writing, and you're taking what sounded like a leaping kick at the back of people's necks. Also, with five flute playing skill, you describe your songs as emotionally moving and powerful, when a skill of five puts you at novice level. I suggest that you play out your skill level a little better. Keep in mind that having a five in flute isn't going to let you play heart-wrenching melodies. As for the details of the thread, Syliras doesn't have more than one rooftop (the walls of the castle), and very few rooms have real windows. Syliras is literally one giant castle. Also, keep in mind that the Knights do not approve of violence within the city, even if it is someone defending another from a violent crime. I'm sorry I couldn't give you any experience. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please contact Dusk, the DS of Syliras, or myself.