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realityshifted2012-01-01 11:41 am
moveslikestrider) wrote in realityshifted2012-01-01 11:41 am
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Second Scratch
[Dave appears on the plane in a burst of red light while flickers of green fire chase themselves all over the area and fade. He waits, tugging his hood down and equipping a pair of red headphones. Their cord leads to the gear Turntables he's pulled out, with the laptop screen floating between them.
And starts to play music, a heavy bass drum echoing across the plane. He sways to it, first to the left and then to the right, before he reaches over and twists his fingers over a knob. The first whispers of a violin join with the drum, sounding like discord at first but he tames it, fading out the drum just enough to meld the two. To it he adds in a guitar the kind that's impossible to play with just two hands, then a piano.
He keeps all of them low at first then makes the sounds seem to dance together, flickering in and out and going silent all together. Then they rise seeming to ascend with bursts of static like flames and the drum evening out, matching the rest, the violin's desperate wail settling into a light tone ringing out. He plays the tune a few more seconds before he flash-steps and everything goes silent.
All over the plane, he appears and whisks away in whispers of time or simply speed in general. Each time he plays the music just a little. For a guy with shades on his face he looks like he's searching for something.]
And starts to play music, a heavy bass drum echoing across the plane. He sways to it, first to the left and then to the right, before he reaches over and twists his fingers over a knob. The first whispers of a violin join with the drum, sounding like discord at first but he tames it, fading out the drum just enough to meld the two. To it he adds in a guitar the kind that's impossible to play with just two hands, then a piano.
He keeps all of them low at first then makes the sounds seem to dance together, flickering in and out and going silent all together. Then they rise seeming to ascend with bursts of static like flames and the drum evening out, matching the rest, the violin's desperate wail settling into a light tone ringing out. He plays the tune a few more seconds before he flash-steps and everything goes silent.
All over the plane, he appears and whisks away in whispers of time or simply speed in general. Each time he plays the music just a little. For a guy with shades on his face he looks like he's searching for something.]
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She rarely brings any good with her. Moreover, I don't recall any point at which she was at all helpful.
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Can't hurt to give her a prod.
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The last time she decided to give us some assistance was suggesting we resort to killing each other to solve something this place had done.
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...Well this place just keeps on being classy, what the fuck.
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[The sarcasm gets a little chuckle.] Of course.
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[He stuffs his hands into his pockets feeling a flare of annoyance.] And we don't have a snarky seer to get the truth out of him.
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Or perhaps I am overthinking this, and the correct assumption about him is that he's simply being as absolutely obtuse as possible for his own amusement.
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nah, you're not overthinking it. Sounds too much like home bs I thought I got away from is all.