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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 9:33 pm
Reno looked around to get his bearings. "We're almost there. As for singing...well I'll see how I feel after we eat. Of course if I do sing ya are going to have to show any hidden talents ya have."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 10:14 pm
"Of course." He was not going to pressure Reno to do something like that. "Me?" Hidden talents? The angel walked on in silence. It was only fair; I'll show you mine, you show me yours. He just wasn't sure he had anything to show.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 12:36 pm
"Mmm...everyone has one. Of course ya spend most of your time brooding...maybe ya don't know what yours is? Heh...if ya don't know one we'll just have to discover it." Reno grinned as they walked into a clearing. Seeing the mostly broken iron wrought fence Reno pointed to it and the cemetery that lay behind it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:08 pm
"Well..." Val stammered, unconsciously reaching up to rub his mechanical arm where it attached near the elbow. It was holding the basket as if it were filled with pillow stuffing. This arm was new, sleek and articulate, and a dark, oily blue-grey color. Of course Reno must have noticed; but what he likely did not know was that he had designed and built it himself. Not only had long nights had been spent perfecting the design, but weeks and months and years... He had in that time developed a particular knack... But he was vaguely intrigued by Reno's offer to help him discover new talents. What was he going to do, teach him to sing? Sarcasm? What are you doing to me, Reno...
The angel stepped into the clearing, grateful for the shift in thought pattern. After all, how was his arm comparable to singing? He paused and followed Reno's direction, taking a few long moments to absorb the scene. "It's..." forlorn? broken? overgrown? wild? "...beautiful."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:17 pm
Reno watched Val study the old cemetery. In truth he was feeling a bit shy about sharing his private place but he would never admit to that. He did his best to act casual. "Well do ya like music? We can see if you're any good with an instrument. I think if ya could sing ya would have noticed by now. Or how 'bout drawing? What do you like besides solitude?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:38 pm
Val's eyes slid back to meet Reno's. "Music is nice. I'm used to hearing a lot of angry guitars where I live. But no... I don't play or sing." Not that he had ever tried. Are there instruments out there built for one-armed people, er, besides a tambourine? "Well..." Nails tapped on metal through his sleeve, the feathers on his ears twitching subtly at the sound. "There might be one thing. Maybe we should set our stuff down first..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:40 pm
Reno pulled out the blanket finding a flat spot he spread it out and gestured for Val to put the basket wherever he liked. Sitting on one corner of the blanket he raised a brow a Val, "Ya would be an awesome drummer. I just know it. One thing?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:52 pm
Val ended up setting the basket between them but near the edge of the blanket. It made the most sense, so they could stretch out their legs and spread out the food when they pulled it out. He sat on his heels, attempting to keep the blanket fairly clean, then blinked. "A drummer?" He hadn't thought of that; there currently was no drummer, either...
"Yes..." A faint blush crossed his cheeks. This was difficult to talk about and he had not even said anything yet. Wordlessly, he lifted his sleeve, revealing the prosthesis, which looked vaguely like automail. He cleared his throat. "I made this," he said softly, wiggling the well-oiled fingers.
(( So I never played Dirge of Cerberus, so... I don't know if the arm was supposed to be entirely mechanical or not, or if it was ever indicated. I figured Hojo was enough of a sadistic b*****d to play with cybernetics on a modified body/metabolism. So... Val is an amputee. You probably knew that though. ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:15 pm
"Well drumming doesn't take dexterous finger movement so your arm wouldn't get in the way. I love a good drumbeat. The drummer has the hardest part...they have to lay the foundation for the other instruments."
Reno blinked a bit in surprise noticing the blush...he decided not to say anything though. There was no reason to freak out Val more. Leaning forward he took the other's arm in his hand and studied. "Daaaaamn, that's nice. I can't build things ... I'm one hell of a pilot though."
((I've never played it either. Owned it more months now but never played it. I got the singing thing from a fan fic. I utterly loved that the said Reno could sing opera. I had to keep it. smile ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:54 pm
"I've actually made a couple before this." He was not going to mention that they had met violent ends. Best to think of it as an opportunity to grow. He lifted his arm so that the other could look more carefully when he leaned closer. Flexing the fingers alternately to show how they worked, the mechanical "tendons" actually hid under a "skin" of armor plating. Not that you could see that unless you took the arm apart. "I'm hoping that eventually I'll be able to do do normal things with it. I still break pencils when I try to write... maybe a finer instrument than a drum would be possible eventually." He wasn't that good. But it was something to look forward to.
(( That's how I am too. I have Dirge just sitting there... Vincent staring at me... >>; Ooh, opera. Impressive. o.o
I have this vision of over Christmas, Val making Reno a little metal moogle figurine that flaps its wings. >> ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:20 am
Reno ran his fingers over the arm. Personally he had liked the claw as well. The new arm was very impressive though. Hearing Val's comment about the pencil he looked up with a grin, "Hell...I still break pencils when I hold them!!"
And if you ever decide you want to learn drumming let me know. We've got a drummer back at the harem. Balinese is his name...named after Bali. He's nice enough for a loon."
((I had to respell pencil THREE times. I kept on putting another word that starts with pen that I can't use on this site.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:12 pm
(( Having you say that makes me wonder what Reno meant by his statement. ))
"I'll think about it," Val said as he pulled his hand away and rolled down his sleeve. He reached for the basket. "We were going to eat..." They had started out doing things in reverse order, but he wasn't going to make Reno sing on an empty stomach.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:41 pm
((He meant what he said...I on the other hand was obviously thinking something else.))
"Food...." Reno grinned warmly at Val, "Shall I sing for my dinner? Or do I get to eat first then sing. By the way...you wanted to know about angels in my harem. I told you about Jareth but we recently had another move in. Hermesiel. Don't know why you wanted to know but I did remember you asking."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:36 pm
Sing for his supper? For a brief moment, Valentino's eyes glittered. He smiled faintly, fingering the lid of the basket. "I suppose it depends... do you sound better on a full or an empty stomach? Ahh, the angels..." He forgot the food for a moment. "It's pack-related. My alpha wants to meet with as many angels as are willing to come. I'm... the messenger... Our Beta is apparently missing, so myself and I believe one other are assisting him in this."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:45 pm
Reno chuckled faintly. Then in a surprising good tenor he sang:
I like spice, tasty and nice
Looks trim, vitamin, forget the dieting
Mmm such a dish, I can't resist
Healthy recipe, what you got it's good for me
All I wanna do, is make a meal of you
We are what we eat, you're my kind of meat
Got a hunger for your love, it's what I'm speaking of
Give a dog a bone, I can take it home
Blinking at Val after the second verse he smirked faintly. "Only song with food in it that I could think of on an empty stomach. Pass me a sandwich will ya?"
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