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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2021 5:30 pm
Almadel made a nostalgic noise, like he was pining for the old days. “Oh, things used to be so nice,” he sighed wistfully. “Everything used to be so alive. I miss being able to go to parties. Oh, and catering. Ah,” he sighed again. But, at least he had Kurma’s music to distract him, and the smile on his face was obviously amused and appreciative. “Looks like you know how to work some magic with those fingers. I’m impressed. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you to come visit and play for me sometime. Although, if anyone’s going to travel, Earth does have the better food. I’m glad it found its way back to you. I thought it was a lost cause, but here you are, fixing it up so fast. You make me look bad, I’d never have been able to get it to sound that nice.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2021 5:28 pm
"Tell you what... I could pick up a spread on Earth and bring it to your place," Kurma offered brightly. "Two people can be a party, you know." He plucked one string, then another, trying to retrieve his mental map of the instrument from the enormous collection of memories he had to sort through. Eventually he was able to settle into it, though, and a simple song began to form. It seemed to go out of its way to avoid having a rhythm or melody, instead throwing out little handfuls of warm notes that rang with round, crystalline overtones. It all moved quite like the stars and planets in the cosmos did: slowly. Gracefully. Harmoniously. And with hints of some grand design that thought in incomprehensibly long stretches of time. There was a sense of drifting through space, for eons, in a search that had become a purpose unto itself. Alone, but also in the company of everything.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2021 7:03 am
“Oh,” Almadel said, and while there seemed to be something just a bit performative about how he spoke, there was something genuine in how impressed he sounded. Part of it was the music, which had gone from comical to beautiful in a remarkably short time period, and was certainly a testament to Kurma’s skill and expertise. Part of it was the offer to visit his place. “You’ve got a talent that I wouldn’t want to miss,” he answered honestly. “I’ve never heard anyone play like that.” But then, it’s not like there were many musicians out there anymore, and he doubted there were many on Earth--or anywhere--with the age and experience Kurma had. “I might take you up on that one day. If I can ever get things cleaned up and presentable.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2021 8:48 pm
"Take your time," Kurma serenely answered. "I got plenty." With a little bit of clumsy effort, he managed to tuck the golden zither away into subspace, and sighed happily. It was superb to have that little piece of himself back. Almadel had really made a miracle happen when he had found it and decided to put on display here. "Sometimes the good things come back," he mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You never know..." Then he tilted his head at the food. "Don't skip on the fries before they're cold, by the way."
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2021 7:45 pm
Almadel seemed impressed at Kurma’s ability to tuck the zither into subspace, and a little smile lingered on his face as he did so. He reached for the fries, glad for the reminder, and helped himself to a few more. “Oh,” he sighed contentedly. “They’d be good if they were cold. You know, I’ve really enjoyed this, Kurma. I might just have to slip out of here and get some more. You keep practicing with that instrument and I’ll catch you around. And--oh, here,” he said, and wiped his hand clean on his pants so he could flick his wrist. A simple, glossy, black card appeared between two fingers. On one side, an ornate symbol that looked incredibly similar to a fingerprint. It was printed with a red, holographic ink. On the other side, in opalescent ink, a single word in elegant script: Almadel.“Takes a drop of blood,” he said, “But only because I don’t like to be bothered when it’s not serious. Give me a call some time. Although,” he looked at the fries. “...You could probably use ketchup if you’re feeling stingy, I’d still come for you.”
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