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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:39 pm
"She walked away..." Rikku said looking at shesamaru. "And I don't really remember much of my home town either...."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:44 pm
Lucy was listening intently, and heard what Rosuto said [somewhat].
Huh...?
Montblanc took out a stage magician's wand, and lengthened it.
"But Madam! I am one-hundred-percent certain my lover is here."
[["We are married, but 'lover' is more romantic."-Montblanc]]
He began to tap a light beat on various hiding places of the room to some french song [he was singing along with it].
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:54 pm
Rosuto looked back at Montblanc.
"I didn't see her enter and I've been here for awhile. Prehaps she's in a room near by."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:02 pm
Montblanc gave an evil grin.
"Hahahah. You sound like Monsieur Azrael. He tries to protect hiss little sister-figure, butt to no avail! I shall conquer."
He passed the tuba closet, and then noticed a change in pitch.
"Heheheh..."
He opened the door, and Lucy gave a small squeak of fright.
She managed to run out of the closet without harming anything.
Montblanc chased after her.
"Stop resisting me, and I will stop resisting you! How about that?"
"Aaaaaggh! You're so corny!"
They both ran outside, and were running. Azrael could be heard shouting 'NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS APPLIES TO TEACHERS AS WELL'.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:09 pm
Rosuto sighed and went back to Draconis.
"Umm as I was saying, prehaps things are better if you don't think about him to much and try to find someone else. There is someone outthere for anyone, well except for me. I just can't find a guy, but I'm sure you will."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:21 pm
[[Random stuff because I have nothing else to do/it makes me laugh]]
Montblanc had seized Lucy again, and was holding her in an overextravagant romanticist fashion.
He was saying random things in french, and was once again kissing various parts off her face, arms and chest while she struggled to get free.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:47 pm
~*~*~*~*~* Draconis watched the interaction with a calm facade, not one muscle in his face moving, not one outward, physical movement made. Why? Well, that's just how he was. Now he was grateful for his father to have impressed apathy upon him from birth; it really helped in situations like this when he didn't want anyone to know what he was thinking or feeling, and he was able to fool them into a false sense of security. So, the only thing he did was blink at Rosuto. "Say? Why would I want to say anything?" he asked as if she asked the weirdest question in the world. "The only thing that upsets me is I thought Montblanc was less of a womanizer, and it makes me lose respect for him. Other than that, I have no reason to be upset," he lied easily.
On a rogue whim (since this was as roguish as Draconis ever got), he pulled the black ribbon from his hair forcefully and tied it around his neck, knotting it in the back in an elegant choker. He let his long, silvery hair flutter to his collarbone, finger-combing it into its full brilliant pin-straightness before smiling. "What I can do is learn, and what I want to learn is everything you can teach me," he said with confidence, driven by his pain.
Really, pain was a stupid thing. Emotional pain, he meant. He hadn't known Montblanc for an hour and had already invested a small iota of emotion in him, a stupid thing he shouldn't have done. Because this was what happened when you attached emotion to things -- you got hurt. But one thing pain did was drive him, which spurred his sudden quest to be a musician. Well, I'm in the right place, he supposed.
~*~*~*~*~*
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:51 pm
Rosuto frowned she knew Draconis wasn't fine but she would have to wait for him to acceptt hat himself.
"Well as I just asked do you know anything so I know where to start with you. Or should we assume you know nothing about anything involving what I'll teach you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:56 pm
~*~*~*~*~* He shook his head. "No, I know nothing about music. Consider me a clean slate," he said with a small smirk. "So yes, assume I know nothing." Maybe I'll put streaks in my hair... yes, I think I'll do that tonight, he decided. ~*~*~*~*~*
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:57 pm
Azrael knocked on and opened the door.
"Excuse me. If they broke anything, feel free to send me the bill. I almost feel like I'm the only adult, though he's older than I am... Immortals these days, they're so irresponsible..."
Azrael left.
[[Montblanc: "I answer the call of spring!"
Lucy:"But it's fall!"
Montblanc: "It's always spring in my heart.<3"]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:59 pm
Rosuto paused with Draconis to turn to Azrael.
"No it's all good here. But if you do excuse me I have a student and need to begin teaching. Though we must get together for tea sometime. The Five of us, or prehaps maybe only the three of us."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:04 pm
Azrael appeared again.
"Probably only the three of us. That romanticist would rather be chasing his tomboyish wife around like as if they were just-introduced as stalker and girl. Urgh, it makes me sick, this crap happens several times a day..."
He left again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:05 pm
Sighing again Rosuto turned back to Draconis.
"Now let us talk and figure out what we need to start with."
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:17 pm
~*~*~*~*~* Draconis nodded. "Alright. What do you need to know?"
(( Gah, short post, but nothing really to respond to. xD )) ~*~*~*~*~*
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:34 pm
"Well first what kind of instrument have you always wanted to try. I want you to close your eyes and fell it your hands. Feel it's weight, a weight that is part of you and in you. A part of you, that is what your insrtument will be. It will be a part of your soul. The instrument is you.
A flute like mine is for those that appear weak and small but are trully strong. While something like the guitar are for people that are out there and proud. THen the drumms are for those that try to hide and arent seen much but are a powerful support for thouse that need them. SO close your eyes are and find your instrument."
Rosuto looked towards the instrument closet.
"Ounce you can feel it's weight I want you to walk into that room with your eyes closed and pick it up. Don't worry about bumpinginto anything else. Your souls match will call to you before you even reconive it."
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