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Ailis jumped when she saw Taqune next to her after just leaving. She let out a little nervous laugh and took her violin case in her hands.
"Thank you. 201. Now to commit it to memory."
She half-smiled and then turned. She took the little stairs on the side up to the stage and walked to the center. Kneeling on the ground, she opened her case and pulled out a beautifully hand carved violin. She pushed the case away and stood upright, placing the end of the violin under her chin. Her green eyes briefly looked over at Taqune sitting front and center, then closed once she picked up the bow.
She poured herself into playing a song she made herself a few years back. The bow moved gracefully over the strings and her fingers artfully placed the notes on the neck. The sound was haunting, with high lingering notes that pulled at the heart. She was so engrossed in playing she didn't notice when little flowers grew from beneath the foundation to push out around her feet.
The tune then turned from a ballad of heartache and longing to a little more fast paced uplifting one. It held many complicated quick notes which took a lot of concentration not to miss.
She finished the rythm of the fast paced tune back down to the slow one and ended on a high pitched, smooth note.
She lowered the violin and bow and looked over at Taqune.

"I've never heard myself play. But I have had accompanyment, back when I had recitals at home." Her eyes watched Taqune jump onto the stage. "But how can I hear myself play, without me playing at all?"
She looked confused, wondering what he meant by that.

Ailis went down to the seats and sat in one, still a little confused, and watched when Taqune blurred and disappeared. She raised her eyebrows and then she heard her music playing. It really was her music...and she wasn't playing at all. She heard herself hit the notes she wanted and the music she herself created.
Once Taqune reappeared she went back on stage with him.
"I'm really quite surprised. I didn't know I was that good. I always thought myself mediocre at best. Tis an eye opener. I figure what you did was another extension of your sound manipulation abilitys? It really is amazing what you can do."
She knelt down again and placed the violin and bow in its case then closed it.

"You are correct to think that but for now I must go. I sorry I can't stay long and chat with you but I have erran to run and I can't use my powers for this so its going to take a while." Taqune sighed, waved bye and left.

((cya Later))

Be entered the hall. She had taken a quick scan of the area and knew that her friend, Ligah had been here recently. She looked around for a quiet place to sit in and listen to or make some music of her own. Spotting a lith area that was empty, she slowly walked there, until she heard a familiar voice singing, "Sana man lang...may siopao pa lamang o burger..." turning around quickly, she realized that she wasn't alone in that area.

She could see Ligah, her back facing Be, strumming her guitar playfully. Oh no. she said, knowing that once Ligah saw her she would be in for it big time. Her friend would want some revenge for her little "sugar in the potato chips" prank. She turned around to go to another area of the Music Hall, but before she could turn around, Ligah had packed up and was getting ready to leave. There was nothing left for Be to do but to shadow herself...and she turned to her shadow form immediately.

Be wasn't watching Ligah, she was listening to and watching someone playing a violin. Whoah she thought, when suddenly a hand shot out of nowhere and grasped her neck.

Ligah laughed out loud as Be stared at her. See ya, she thought, turning into a black jaguar and leaping out of the Music Hall to who knows where.

Silence ensued once more as the last of the entertainers departed and the great hall returned to its state of tranquility. The only movement within was of the curtains rustling gently in a lingering breeze from the final closing of the door. With the setting sun the shadows grew longer and the light that flowed through the silts of windows moved up the walls. As one ray reached the horizon of chairs a sillouhette was revealed of a young angelic creature sitting relaxed in the seat with its legs drapped over the armrest into the aisle. There was an audible sigh as the figure moved to stand.
"I guess it's time to come back, Scythey. I'm not doing us any good by hiding here."
"Why'd you bring us back anyway. There was never anything worth while. Unless you're looking for a nice bit of flesh to play with that is. We've seen plenty of those."
The shadow paused in its ascent to the stage, falling back onto the hind foot in thought. The girl once called Rem Roze had no place here at Ria, nor did her counter-part Scytheress, yet something compelled the former to return them to this sanctuary. The shadow shook its head and climbed the remaining stairs. From the moment it reached the platform the shadow began to give way to the true form beneath. The appearance began from the bottom and worked up, almost like a growing flood was washing away the facade. A set of clawed toes were the first to come into the light followed by long slender legs that were covered only by a pair of spandex black shorts. Around its waist was shown an open crimson skirt that hung only to knee-level but was slitted wide up the front and then just above a bare toned stomach. It's gloved arms were crossed lightly over its chest and form-fitting black halter and finally for clothing was a black jacket with white fur along the hems.
Now fully in view the woman brushed her red bangs from her eyes and looked up toward the ceiling, running her hand along her black ponytail and grabbing on the tip of her red fox ear before letting her arm fall to her side. Her rexpression was almost serene, but a mailcious smirk on the corner of her lips was ever present and gave her a more sinister attitude.
"Scythe, I'm done now. It's your turn...."
The moment those words left her lips the woman's red eyes snapped open and the slight smirk grew into a full, fanged, grin. Her hands flexed for a single moment and then twelve, eight-foot long, black-feathered wings shot from her back. With the release of the appendages came a blast of energy that shook the foundations of the music building and ripped the bolts of the chairs half out of the floor. This was the final step in the Fox-spirit taking back over it's Elven partner. The silk red tail wipped about behind her as a laugh rolled through the auditorium. And then with a great beat of her wings and a thrust of her fist into the air Scytheress exclaimed she'd finally returned home.