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A haunting performance

Postby Hwyn on May 3rd, 2015, 4:33 am

Spring 17th

There are two sorts of days you know, good day, and bad ones. For Vayle those days correlate with different things. Good days are days that he wields his Fiddle and plays his music for crowds bringing smiles to the faces of strangers, not to mention this is what got him his pay. Bad days, correlated with the scythe and mask, the other side of Vayle's Dichotomy. Those were the days where Vayle hunted for undead and ghosts that needed to be passed on.

Today, today was a good day today was a day for a performance. The question was, where to perform? Somewhere high, somewhere people would see walking through the muddy streets instrument in hand Vayle looked for a place to perform, Money was tight at the moment, most of it spet buying his apartment in Sunberth, his new home. So getting some money would be his first real goal.

As Vayle walked his eyes alighted on what would be his stage, it was even decorated already. the wooden stage replete with a noose and bloodstains, yes, the Gallows, they would make a fine place for a performance, at this point, no one was hanging and no crowd was formed. Though that would change soon.

Taking his position Vayle stood upon the impromptu stage, Closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. Setting the bow on the strings he drew the bow roughly across the string eliciting a hideous screech. Waiting a moment Vayle allowed the sound to attract the curious gazes of those who had heard it. But before anyone had the time to ask just what the petch Vayle was doing, he played another note. This note came out much clearer than the first, a long somber note. From there a chain of notes began to flow from Vayles instrument sounds he had learne in Black rock, music that brought somber thoughts as if the sounds were being sung by a quire of ghosts, who longed for the lives they had once lived.

Vayle felt that the first step in coming o understand Dira's embrace was to understand that death was not a thing that was scary, places where death was embodied, be it a grave, or a hangman's noose. That's why Vayle felt compelled to play in Morbid places, though he did have an ulterior motive, Vayle was searching the city for it's undead, planning to deal justice to them as opportunities arose, Sunberth was a beautiful training ground, one could operate stealthily and death wasn't something that turned heads in the city. Though such thoughts were unimportant at the moment as Vayle needed to focus on his performance. As he played Vayle could feel the stares h was accumulated, some curious, others... less so. Though what mattered was the fact that they were watching the more attention he could garner, the higher the pay after all, and one can't hunt ghosts with empty pockets right?
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A haunting performance

Postby Jessor Yellowmoss on May 3rd, 2015, 3:34 pm

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The days that Jessor's wandering took her past the Gallows were never good days.

Perhaps it was a subconscious desicion to go to the Gallows when she felt most alone, for the sight of the bloodstained noose did bring a great deal of comfort to the girl. It reminded her that she was one of the lucky ones. It reminded her that she was alive.

On the other hand, visiting the Gallows could have caused her melancholy as well. It could be that the girl saw that noose and, upon realizing she was one of the lucky ones, bowed her head in shame at her lonely, wasteful life.

Either way, the Gallows were a sign of depression for Jessor, and nothing could change that. Not even the funny, child-like figure standing atop them that day.

The strange child held a fiddle at their chest, pulling the bow across it to create a hideous screeching sound. People stopped all down the street, scowling and gawking at the child. Most continued on their way with a distressed look on their faces. However, a few stopped. A few, including Jessor, gazed up at what Jessor now recognized as, not a child, but a man. A man who was holding a fiddle and a bow with a most mirthful expression upon his face.

For a moment, she waited, and then, he played.

He did not burst into song or create a sudden flow of music. Rather, it started slowly and subtly, so that one might not know it had begun until it was well on its way. It was a song of sorrow, but not pain. It was a song that said that this was the end, but that the end was acceptable. Jessor felt the notes tug at her heart, pulling down at her soul. The music touched her in a way not much else had, and she suddenly realized how long it had been since she had heard music.

Had she heard a single melody since coming to Sunberth? How long had it been since she'd heard a song played with passion? How long had it been since she'd heard someone sing with their heart?

At nearly a whisper, Jessor sung softly to herself. The sound was horrible, to be quite frank. She was out of tune. She was making up words, so she stumbled as she went. And atop it all, she was out of breath every few words. But it seemed to her that it was the right thing to do. This song deserved the reverence that lyrics could bring.

And so, she sang.

She sang of the night, for that seemed to fit the song, but she also sang of Syna. She sang of her horse, Badger, running wild and free, with her fox kits at their sides. She sang of cloudy days and rain and storms that crashed with thunder. She sang of love, though she never once mentioned it.

People turned to her, wrinkling their noses in disgust when she got too loud, and giving her strange looks as she swayed to the fiddler's song, but Jessor cared little for them. She wanted only to hear more.

So, approaching the stage ever-so-slowly, Jessor pulled a Silver Miza from her pouch on the side of her bag and smiled up at the man. She held it out to him when he was finished with his song, and asked in a quiet voice,
"Do you know anything I could dance to?"

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A haunting performance

Postby Hwyn on May 17th, 2015, 4:30 am


This what's going to be played this time (to dance to.)

As Vayle played a rough voice joined his music, It was rough in all aspects of the word but that did not make it ugly for it was backed by an earnest voice. Missed notes can be ignored by the soul when the voice is honest, Or at least that was how Vayle felt. Finishing the piece Vayle allowed the voice that had joined his melody to join him in a crescendo that ended and faded on his final note.

Opening his yes upon finishing the Song Vayle searched for the voice he had heard his eyes coming to rest on a rather pretty young woman standing closer to him than any of the others. Messy hair over a pair of astonishing blue eyes met his gaze as the woman approached him holding out a silver coin, By no ones standars was it a great sum of money but that was unimportant this was his first coin earned in this city, and that, that made it important.

Giving the young woman a broad smile Vayle looked her over once as she asked if he could play something she could dance to. Chuckling he as thought about what to play. "you can dance to about anything ya know, But i Think I know what you mean." Bringing the bow across the strings again Vayle began to tap his foot at a faster pace and play a faster more lighthearted tune. Smiling as he played it. It wasn't that Vayle preferred his dirges and darker songs merely that the mood had begun as one of somberness. Though playing something so happy under a noose was something he hadn't done before Vayle didn't have any qualms about doing it, though some of the onlookers didn't seem as pleased as the woman did upon hearing Vayle play. Well no matter she had asked him to play and play he would.

"how's this for ya? I think this is what you were asking for, at least I hope it was. Vayle said shouting over the sound of his Fiddle grinning like a fool. Vayle was happy to have an audience and even happier to finally have a chance to let loose and play in the city of Sunberth.
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A haunting performance

Postby Jessor Yellowmoss on May 18th, 2015, 10:34 pm

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Jessor beamed, trying to resist the childish urge to clap her hands in joy. The song was quick, but not frantic, loud but never obnoxious. It was perfect- just what she'd asked for. It was the kind of song that put movement in your muscles and made you want to jump and jive, so she did.

Jessor cared little for what the people around her thought, which was probably a good thing; no one could be thinking good thoughts about her at the moment. And who could blame them? It must have seemed insane to see the woman with the wild hair who spun and kicked to the sound of a fiddle playing underneath the gallows. Where minutes ago she had been singing to a slow, melancholy song, all remnants of the mood were gone now, to be replaced by a light-hearted and bubbly feel.

It reminded Jessor of her childhood, to be able to dance so freely and without a care. It brought her back to the good times, when her only preoccupations were not of money or settling down or living her life right, but of play and games and the laughter that accompanied them.

When the song was through, Jessor slowed her makeshift dance to a stop and took a heartbeat to breathe and just enjoy the euphoria washing over her. Once she was ready, the girl took a deep breath and, with a smile, walked up to the musician once more. She had so many questions running around in her head, and no idea how to phrase them.

"I think I know why you got into music, so I won't ask that. But I will ask this- why haven't I seen you before?"
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