Kaizen Misayo
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<*>Florian "The Moonkitten" Roe<*>
Location: Luna
"It is finally the night of the rave...
The night was young and so, ironicly, was the Moonkitten. A funny way to look at it sure, but it was truth just the same. Truth...it in itself was also a funny way to look at something. It was a subject so flexable, but everyone that claimed something was truth was inflexable when it came to bending to the truth of others.
As the young DJ made his enterance through the front double doors of the night club, the denizens were restless. The night was young...and it was time to get their party-on. The boy's walk was casual with a slight slouch involved; both hands in his hoody as he gazed acrossed the familiar setting with gentle eyes and pursed lips.
He was getting that feeling again. The same adrenaline rush he got everytime he walked through those double doors after sneaking out of St. Daniel's. The same rush of walking up the center walkway of the club to the DJ's platform at the back of the dance floor.
It was always heart pounding. Always nerve tingling. And always... kicka**!
Once behind the platform, he'd fire up the device of legend and smack on his jet-black headphones and slip on a bright green visor over his eyes. The patrons around him became restless, all eyeing him, the meistro. The men downed their drinks. The women fidgeted nervously, as they always have done every opening night...when the night was young.
And then...Moonkitten's truth came to life.
(( Music for the following scene ))
And miliseconds after, the entire club came to life. Everyone collided in the dance floor as Florian Roe's hands spun the great black disks on the DJ platform, spun the knobs and switches. His hands became vessels of sound, choreographers of the human ear. Up here on this platform, he was king of the world! Up here, he commanded the stage! It was the moment he lived for every opening night when the night was young!
And truth was in the music he played.
The denizens of Luna begged for more base, they stamped their feet, and banged their heads to the droning rythm that commanded their bodies to shake what their momma gave 'em. It was their world now. The world Moonkitten created for them with each song. Yet if only life were as simple. It was a sad fact that Luna could only offer so much solstice to those who arrived to get a break from the on going struggle of Hearse and Regulus outside the front double doors; preceeded by a few bouncers and a long line of eager go-getters, partyers, and clients seeking the information brokers "words of wisdom."
It was sad because it threatened to transform Luna's musical truth into a dream; a lie.
So Moonkitten played. He created music for them. The musical therapy of the base and the synth. All for the poor souls destined to become locked into the backdrop that Hearse and Regulus fought so hard for: their truths...and their lies.
The night was young...yet it was such a pity so many others busy popping their caps and making money off the struggles of others didn't give a s**t.
... are you eager for the base you crave?"
