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[imatreenow]

[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

Comments

[Written]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Written]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[It isn't until after he comes back inside that he realizes the journal has broadcast the music across the network. He scowls slightly as he reads the written remark. That song is Martel's, and she played it just for him. It shouldn't be shared with the entire filthy world and all of its undeserving people.]

It is my sister's song.

Re: [Written]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[She'd feel horrible if she knew he considered it intrusive, and apologize profusely.]

She must have liked it a lot.

[Voice. Kinda sorta.]

[memoryboxes]

[The last time went so well, it should be peachy now, right?

She won't say much of anything—she'll just be listening to it while she cooks at her home. The only notable sound emitting is that of, perhaps, the occasional soft, careful clinging of a pan or utensil.

It was strange, that such a violent boy was capable of making such delicate music. In fact, when she looked at who was actually accidently recording this, she was surprised—shocked, even.

But she was happy for that.]

[Voice] bawww Sayo

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[As he looks through his journal later, he notices the audio reply. But...there is no one speaking. Being the mistrustful, somewhat paranoid boy that he is, Mithos prefers to know who exactly is listening in on him. These cursed journals and their fondness for tuning into everything that does not need to be shared with the general populace...]

Who is there? [Sounding very imperial for someone so seemingly young.]

Re: [Voice] persistency at it's finest *slips on shades*

[memoryboxes]

[She sighs inaudibly to herself—there goes the softness he'd been building up so well the last few minutes. There's a moment where she thinks about her fear, back then, and the ache that followed the next day.

Even so...

"Losing her... was something he could not accept."

She sets her work aside and replies in a cautiously soft voice:]

You're very good at playing that.

[Action]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[The forest happens to be Presea's favorite place in Luceti, and she was just filling her pack with bits of scrap wood to make carvings and charms with that the sound from afar - picked up by her heightened senses - makes her look up. That most certainly wasn't a natural sound of the forest...

Curious, and drawn in by the song, the girl approaches. She's donning her new jacket (http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n180/Kurushii-kun/Blazblue/BBCT_SiteKit/TOK009.png) Taokaka gave to her, but the hood is down so she could see more clearly. That song didn't sound familiar, but there was an odd, comforting feeling she received from just listening to it.

Feel free to notice her approach, Mithos, Presea isn't exactly trying to stay hidden.]

[Action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[As Mithos continues to play, he sees movement from out of the corner of his eye. He pauses, the melody derailing in the middle of a phrase, and turns his head to appraise whoever approaches. To his great surprise and equally great displeasure, it is one from Lloyd's group. Presea. His eyes narrow and he climbs to his feet.]

What do you want?

[Action]

[not-klonoa.livejournal.com]

[Rather unfortunately for Presea, she has absolutely no idea that she's just wandered into the proximity of a rather dangerous foe from her future. Instead, she keeps her distance - deterred by his stern voice and that look - and bows her head apologetically.]

My apologies...I did not mean to intrude. I was drawn to the song. You play very well.

[so_shik]

[Shiki was just flipping through the journal when she picks up on the song Mithos is playing. Not that she recognizes it as Martel's or anything, but it's really kind of pretty. And because Shiki believes in giving compliments...]

That was really good.

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

.....Another prying human, intruding where such filth doesn't belong.

[Oh don't mind him, he's just talking to himself.]

[so_shik]

[...well I never :|] Excuse me?

[seiriald]

[Music is pretty important to Kaori, coming from a people based completely around it. So she's been listening quietly, reading the emotions from the tune, but the breath that carried it seemed so sad... Once he's done the girl will speak up softly, naturally being cautious around someone who carried such emotions.]

... You miss someone...

1/2

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[The remark catches him off guard. How can someone infer that just from listening to the song? It's like she can read his thoughts, his heart, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel so...vulnerable.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

....My sister. [His reply is hesitant, extremely mistrustful of whoever is on the other end.]

[seiriald]

[And she would not blame him one bit for that mistrust. She feels the same way about the villagers to some extent, and though their situations are different, she can relate to somewhat.]

I'm sorry if I'm assuming things, but... you haven't seen her in a while, have you? [Judging on the amount of sadness she hears.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[There's something hauntingly familiar about that song-- he feels like he's heard it before somewhere, long, long ago. So when he hears it over the journals, he can't help but take off in search of the source, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'll be able to explain why he knows the tune, or that they have some sort of connection to him.]

[Action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Mithos will be playing a different song by the time Emil nears, another one Martel used to play for him. His eyes are closed as he plays the new melody, this one resounding with an air of hopefulness. It so perfectly suits his sister. Just as the tune carries hope, so too will he continue to carry her hopes and dreams. Focused deeply on his memories of Martel, he won't notice when the other boy approaches.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil won't interrupt him at first, just wanting to listen to the song that's somehow so familiar. Rather, he'll take a seat on a nearby stump to enjoy it. That hopefulness is rubbing off a little even on him, and he wants to hear more... he may not have any clear memories of it, but the feelings it invokes in him are comfortable, nostalgic.]

[action]

[analyzing]

[Rise's making her way out of the house and to the Welcome Centre- as per her usual routine each afternoon- but she pauses at the sound of the melody from next door. My, Mithos, a musician? She didn't know.

So she'll pick her way through the flower pots that adorn the garden (not many things grow in winter, so there's no colour anyway amidst all the white) to cross over to House 52's own garden and well, just listen. With a slight headtilt.

Dear good neighbour, how do you do?]

[action]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[When Mithos finishes the song, his eyes slide open. The peaceful expression he had previously worn quickly hardens as he notices Rise listening intently from nearby. This is the girl he had spoken to while he had...not entirely been himself. A false self with false memories. He had opened up to this human, even giving her his first name. A sign of trust that she doesn't deserve. He casts her a cold look.]

What are you doing?

[voice]

[falenandawn]

That was a beautiful song.

[voice]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

It belongs to my sister. [To Martel, and to himself. Others should not be listening in on the precious melodies his sister once played for him.]

[voice]

[soulbait.livejournal.com]

I did not know you played, Yggdrasill.

[voice] oh wait I'm dumb oops

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[......Excellent, just the person he wants to speak with at this moment. This is sarcasm, by the way. Knowing that Ciel (this annoyingly arrogant human) had listened to Martel's song (a part of his own heart)...it doesn't sit well with him at all.]

There is a lot that you don't know about me.