imatreenow | six [action/voice]

[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.]

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[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.

Edited 2010-12-28 22:22 (UTC)

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

She must have liked it a lot.

[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.]

[And he...wouldn't think any better of her. Apologies fix nothing.]

Yes, she played it for me often.

[Thank goodness they're not talking this out.]

I thought it seemed nostalgic, somehow.

[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.]

[Yes, it is generally a good idea to maintain a safe distance from this kid. He hesitates to write back, unsure why he should even share such information with some prying human. ~~But Martel is his favorite subject, after all.~~]

It has been many years since I last heard her play.

[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.

[He tenses when he hears her voice. That human woman, the one who apparently still hasn't learned that he wants nothing to do with her, or anyone else in this world for that matter. Her persistence is grating, like an itch beneath his skin that can't be reached. Her voice may be warm and gentle, but his is nothing but cold.]

Why are you talking to me? Don't you understand that I can't stand you?

[Understand? But how can anyone understand how he feels?]

You understand nothing. [The words seem hastily written this time.]

[Ineffective! Mainly because she understands very well that you can't stand her. The whole 'hitting in the face' thing sort of cleared any doubt up.]

Oh, you made that very clear when we last met, I suppose.

Did you write that yourself? The music, I mean.

Are you completely stupid, then?

[As for her question, he quickly snaps back--]

My sister made it for me. She never intended for it to be heard by someone like you. [Everything of Martel's is his and nobody else's. Nobody else deserves to share in memories of Martel.]

[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.]

A single year? Don't be stupid. That is nothing to the flow of time. I've waited thousands of years to see my sister again.

Edited 2010-12-28 23:38 (UTC)

[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?

[She's quite capable of ignoring that first question without allowing it to bog her down.]

...She made it for you? She has a lot of talent.

[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.

[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.

[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...

[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.]

[He doesn't understand her at all. Mithos wants nothing but to hate her and be angry with her, but here she is speaking good things about Martel. How can he be angry about that? What can he even say? Another reason she is so deeply irritating.]

...She used to play it for me all the time. [He almost goes on to say that it is, and always has been, his favorite, but he stops himself.]

Why do you pretend to care?

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