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eachdraidh2014-11-05 10:39 am
snakeskin_magus) wrote in eachdraidh2014-11-05 10:39 am
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I'm in a good mood. So, I think I should share my good mood with everyone! [In one of the ruins by La Llorona, Roa sat with his back to his locket, a number of the twisted trees with human-like faces shifting uneasily in his presence. He carried a lute with him, playing a few notes, interrupting the eerie silence that had otherwise been uncharacteristic of the swamp-lands. Not a toad croaked. Not a mouse squeaked. There was the lute for a moment, before a number of pallid looking spirits rose from the trees, moaning and writhing in front of Roa.]
This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...
[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]
Like we practiced.
[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]
Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.
[The locket cut out.]
This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...
[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]
Like we practiced.
[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]
Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.
[The locket cut out.]
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...that's really not what I meant at all, but all right then.
And really... even if the magic isn't anything special in that regard, I've heard a few things that make me wonder about the true nature of this place.
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[It was a disappointment. Until that guy got back his proper mystic code, he had no real interest--]
Jeez. What am I to do with you? Haven't you gotten back your Mystic Code yet, Archibald?
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...Unfortunately, it has a few... alterations to it.
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[And, it was boring to go vanilla--using things like easels and paints and not skin and blood--]
Hmm, but, do tell me. The most common origin of your genial predecessors had been 'Water'. Is it much of a deviation from the core of your Mystic Code?
[Yeah--he did an absurd amount of research. It was easy when you could weave yourself into the Akasha...]
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[oh come on, like you've never threatened to dissect someone while they're alive]
Well, it's a sort of deviation, I suppose, in that it has more to do with flow than water. I'm not about to reveal all my secrets to you over these things, though, so don't expect me to.
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[That said, he chuckled--]
Though, I'm surprised. Have magi lost their stomachs in your time?
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[IT'S COOL AS HELL, OKAY]
And I've got the stomach for it, but I'm not going to pretend it's anything but inelegant.