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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 3:59 pm
 
Din left the classroom and it's salamander prisoner behind and headed down the halls casually. He could always run, but there was no reason, no rush right now. The building was mostly empty now, with everyone either in their next class or outside enjoying the weather. He planned to do the latter, the day was too good not to get some air, but there were very few days that he considered bad enough not to. He paused suddenly, just at the end up a hallway and turned, looking down the way. Something odd had stroked his senses, but he could tell what, or why he was inclined to stop. He stared a few more moments down the hall, the one that led to a staircase. A staircase that led to a basement, off limits to students, kept shut by much more than just the honor system.
For a moment his legs shifted, almost taking a step towards where his eyes had set, but he refrained, tilted his head, and continued on the way he'd been going. He'd passed that same hall plenty of times, even gone down it to get to other places besides those stairs, it was just another hallway in a building, so he couldn't place the spark of curiosity that had caught him for those few moments. He continued outside without hanging onto the thoughts and started heading back to his dorm. He'd need to drop his belongings off before he could truly enjoy the day. As soon as the doors opened and the natural air blew in, it carried in a musical tune from somewhere outside. People practicing outside wasn't unheard of, but for some reason the campus seemed to have quieted, making room in the air for this new sound.
It grew louder as he walked around back to his dorm, and though at first it was ignorable, something in the notes quickly grabbed his attention. As he walked he felt his head sway gently at the music until he finally recognized the tune. He'd heard it before, a long time ago, back home. So that was why this piece was speaking to him, it was the music of his culture, practically in his blood, whether he was a musician or not. He walked toward the source of the sound, which was now a crowd around a tree, until he could get a decent view of who was responsible. "Well would ya look a' that..." he muttered under his breath as the two girls by the tree came into sight. He didn't know much about the girl on the cello, beyond her name and the fact that she was quiet, which was likely the reason he didn't know more about her. There was no question that playing music was her favorite pass-time, and it sounded very well done, but he found himself more surprised by Saya's playing. He didn't know Raelyn, for all he knew it could have been common knowledge that she was talented, but he did know Saya, and never expected her persona to produce the gentle sound that was coming out. She was a fireball, a fighter, a wildcard, and although he knew that she played, he'd never actually heard her. It was like seeing a whole new person, not just a different side, but like it was someone else, with emotions and thoughts he'd never known.
He stopped and watched, entranced by the music and the people playing it. It surprised him how much attention it drew, and how much it drew his own attention. He was always interested in action, in fighting, in motion, excitement and adrenaline. On the surface, music seemed like none of that, yet the gentle tunes of his race had managed to interest him all the same. He stood, arms crossed and watching until the music finally stopped. After a moment or two he shook his head and looked away, realizing that he was starting to stare, but then realized he was far from alone. He nodded once toward the girls in acknowledgment, whether they could see him or not, and continued on to his dorm. The music had been pleasant and relaxing, yet at the same time instilled a even more intense feeling in him. He was even more ready now to get some exercise, the music had left him even more eager. He ran the rest of the way to his room, sprinted up the stairs and crashed through his door, throwing his stuff on the table and leaving without pausing for a moment. He had no clue what he planned to do yet, but he knew he'd be doing something, and hopefully the activity would get his head working on how to retain his friend.
 Tσ∂αy's Gσαℓ? Experience true, heart-stopping, adrenaline-pumping chασs.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:18 am
 Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]] "Yeah, that's her. I told you from the beginning she's got a screw loose. Yesterday proved it."
"I guess you're right. I heard she had an episode in the middle of the weapon's class. It's a miracle no one got seriously hurt."
"That's not entirely true. Some kid was sent to the nurse. Maybe she attacked him before they calmed her down."
"Shouldn't they send her home or something already? I don't feel very safe knowing she might lash out at any given moment, going on about crazy visions. Maybe she hit her head last time Macideus dragged her back from trying to run away."
"I say let her go. She only had one friend anyway, and I bet she scared him off. She was clinging to him sobbing, you know. I saw it. I felt bad for him."
"But then what about the musical performance? She seemed fine then. I didn't even know she could play an instrument."
The students were peering into a classroom on the second floor, admiring the various instruments strung up along the walls or carefully leaning against then from silver stands. Their whispering was subtle enough, and they had tried to appear casual. In all, the group was mostly female this time, consisting of three wary young women and two cautious young men. They had no class to worry about; they only came to stare at the could-be-crazy-but-might-not-be-and-surprisingly-musically-inclined Academy outcast. With all the rumors circulating since yesterday, two in particular seeming contradictory to each other, it was only natural that they investigate, right? Everyone wanted to know if the girl was off her rocker or sincerely talented. Seers were rare, and no one knew much about the way their visions worked, even in the magical realm. It was a hard thing to prove one was being honest about their visions, too. Too many times it had been a case of insanity, brought on by magic they could not handle and the pressures of having to hide it from all of modern society. So which was Saya then?
The girl in question approached the door frame while the students continue to debate the topic at hand amongst themselves. The evening before she had gotten a lot out of her system by playing some improvisational music, but that didn't mean she was beyond feeling sore about the day's events previous to her venting. Her expression would have been a perfect mask if unhindered annoyance did not start to leak through it. When the group of five finally took notice of her, they froze. ". . ." With all eyes pinned on her, apparently waiting for an imminent death blow, she made one short and simple noise. "Tch." And then the door was promptly slammed in their faces, from which point their legs no longer felt nailed to the spot and they ran down the hall without another moment's hesitation. Saya might have actually threatened or physically assaulted them, for the reaction they displayed. No matter though. She had more important things to concentrate on, and even more important things to keep herself distracted from.
Saya returned to the room, taking up her violin again after adjusting the stand for her sheet music. She gingerly plucked the bow from where she had set it, on top of the expensive case where it was kept all other times. Today's music instruction would have to be different from the last few weeks. She had done all she could with the piece previously assigned to her; it was time to move on to something new.Focus on the present. Right now it's just music class. I don't have to worry about anything else. "Well then, what will I be playing today?" She asked with an unusual touch of determination.
After the previous days whimsical performance, Saya might have changed some opinions of her, but it was of no concern to her. She had thanked her fellow aspiring musician for the opportunity and forced her way through the crowd with a freshly packed up violin. The release of emotion had been refreshing, but she had never intended for so many to hear it. The chance of a keen ear catching on to what she rather keep to herself had been unnerving, a sense that overtook her directly after the performance. She may have surprised Macideus after that, for she returned to her assigned room without having to be told and spent the remainder of the evening reading quietly to herself. She would not sit quietly with her own thoughts, but diving into someone else's recorded imagination suited her just fine. The young woman might not have remembered to eat dinner, considering she did not raise from the comfortable armchair until bed. That had been her night - not at all extraordinary, but suitable in keeping her calm and her thoughts away from stressful ordeals that might otherwise make her feel ill. So now she was set on keeping to this pattern of dull but distracting, and right now that meant being an obedient little music student. Though to be fair, music was one of the few things she consistently took seriously, so the only change today was an attitude of determination, which she had not had since being assigned her last piece, as set as she had been on mastering it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 7:58 pm
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face. Macideus was less than amused to see a bunch of Students fleeing down the hallway. He had seen Saya walk into class and could guess at what had gone down. "We, WALK, in the halls, you should know that by now." He chastised sternly there was a grumbling of yes sirs as they slowed their pace. Macideus walked into class to see an eager Saya. She was very diligent when it came to music. "It's mind boggling sometimes, how can a single student be fantastic in one class and non-committal in another. Ah well, I imagine you are looking forward to this weeks piece?" Was it even neccessary to ask? It was written all over her face. So he went into the music cabinet and picked out a piece he hadn't given them yet, it was titled Pachabel Cannon in D major and set it before Saya. "Have you played this before at all Miss Tennyson? I think that you and Miss Forcythe would be a wonderful deut with this piece.' The night before after two hours of unpleasent detentioning Macideus released Tackeron who left rubbing his wrists. The boy had missed Saya's performance and later came to regret it. He did however try to shoot down any wayward Rumors he came across. Macideus went to his room thankful that he had no problems with Saya.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 6:28 pm
Harmony___Saya___Tennyson____[[ Name's Saya. And don't you dare call me Minnie. ]]"I am a mystery bent on destroying your piece of mind. What can I say?" Saya stuck her tongue out playfully, as if to prove she was a brat and she never had any intention of changing. Which in turn meant that her attitude toward all other subjects would forever be stuck in a state of half-interest, just enough to allow her to participate when she felt like and nap the other part of the time. Music was too close to her heart to her for her to dream of treating it in the same manner. Besides, it always been her little sister smile. Playing for her was one of the very few surefire ways to cheer the child up. Of course she would try her best with her beloved violin, when someone so important loved her playing so dearly. What was a more crucial fact at this moment was that her mood was infinitely better than it had been for a nice block of time the day before. If Macideus kept her in good spirits - which wouldn't be difficult, as long as she did not give him reason to punish her - it was pretty much a guarantee that she would stay clean out of trouble and that the other students would give her an easier time. It was hard to rag on someone smiling like Saya did when she was cheerful. The real trick would have be played by the young woman, however. Ostracizing herself in weapons class would not be fun in the least.
The girl's widened in sheer delight when she read the title over the piece, snatching it from the music stand so she could make sure she read it right. Saya shook her head a little too enthusiastically. "Not once, sir, but it is one of my favorite pieces! I'm not quite sure I ever had the confidence in myself to attempt it before. . ." Her ecstatic nature faded with this. "I first heard my Papa play this as an accompaniment on the piano. It was at one of my family's gardens. I heard it again at a sort of concert I was taken to on an outing a few years in the row, always in the spring. It is lovely, but. . . the emotion and the beauty of this piece gives me goosebumps. I'm not sure I'm at the level where I can play it properly." This wasn't about reading the score properly. Saya had no trouble with that, despite her skill in improvisation. Her nature didn't include the ability to play music like this very easily. No musician should play with the same heart as the next, but she wanted more than her energy to come out in her playing - she wanted that gentle serenity that made it so beautiful to begin with.
"Maybe if I. . . Hm, of I could think of. . ." Saya was setting up her copy of the sheet music, mumbling to herself. Rather than dissuade herself from attempting the piece, she was trying to figure out the best way to begin playing it. She started out in an odd way, not working out the kinks later but figuring them out before she played a single note and finding solutions early on. This made most of the necessary corrections on her part minor technical ones here and there, depending on the difficulty of the piece. But she never stopped playing a specific tune until she had it mastered. That was her discipline. "I think I may know how to approach this one." It was unclear if she was talking to Macideus or herself. Saya nodded once, all determination again. "Is it alright if I try out a few chords while I wait for Raelyn?" The girl looked briefly up at the professor for approval. Assuming he would give it, she readied herself, fixing up her posture and slipping the violin under her chin.
Saya summoned the image of her sister in her mind, how she looked when she anticipated her elder sister's playing and her positive response afterward, even back when the girl fumbled with most notes and played altogether too awkwardly (it had taken a LOT of practice for her to get where she was now). She opened her eyes to see the notes, already knowing some by my memory. They fluttered through her mind as she recalled the piece, like a score playing out over a small girl's cheerful image. She smiled softly and begin to play, a gentleness that could only be attributed to the one person no one here knew about flowing out smoothly. Her idea, though a mystery to the professor, was at least working. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where's your gavel? Your jury? // What's my offense this time? // You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me toanother life
Well, you treat me just like another stranger // Well, it's nice to meet you, sir // I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
This is the BEST THING that could've happened // Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture // I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same TRICKS that, that once fooled me // They won't get you anywhere // I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 11:02 am
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face.Macideus nodded in confirmation that Saya could practice before Realyn got there. "You really are an enigma miss Tennyson. One that is destined to both amaze and irritate me to my life's end." He was speaking warmly with a hint of humor and without breaking formality. Yes, Macideus could joke too. When Saya started playing Macideus listened quietly and was impressed at how well she knew the piece. Other students were starting to arrive as well, with time to spare so none were berated. During music class Macideus did not were his armor instead he just had normal clothing on although even that seemed like it was a heavy set of armor in it's own strange way. Saya was a wonderful violinist and so far of all the music he had heard her play this piece seemed to display her skill best. The other students who were arriving collected their corresponding sheets from one of the music stand set by the door and then sat down in their arranged spots where they listened to Saya play. There weren't a whole lot of students that arrived early maybe two or four. Most of them arrived only moments before class started.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:52 pm
 
Raelyn came rushing in the door to her music class what felt like seconds before she would have been late. She breathed deep trying to recover air from the near-run she'd used to get to class, toting her cello the whole way." I'm very sorry." she muttered quickly and quietly as she went straight to her place. Her hair fell in front of her ears, shielding her eyes from the sides as her gaze stayed towards the floor. All things considered, she wasn't actually late, but it certainly felt like she was. The young lycan was often early to this particular class by a good amount of time, so barely making the time made her feel like an apology was necessary.
Though she had run to class and shuffled quickly to her seat, she felt like her actions were slow, still waking up. She had left her prior day's performance quickly after realizing the audience that had gathered. She had quickly navigated through anyone that had gathered, answering people only when necessary and trying not to turn red from embarrassment. Back in her room, Raelyn had a rough night that included very little sleep, leaving her tired and running late. She hated nights like the previous one, they always left her groggy the next day, not to mention on edge.
Seeing the piece waiting for her at her seat gave her a little release from her thoughts and reminded her that she was in the real world. She looked up and around the classroom briefly, realizing she hadn't really paid much attention to anyone or anything the entire morning, though the morning really just included her waking up and rushing to class. She looked over to Saya, who'd obviously arrived much earlier than she had, and nodded to her with a gentle smile, still thankful for her musical help before, though the girl was already playing and may have missed the glance entirely. She got to work quietly unpacking her instrument as the last timely student entered and shut the door behind himself. Whatever had made her late, it wouldn't matter once she got to fall into her music, something she loved about starting days off with the course.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 7:57 pm
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face.Macideus shook his head as Raelyn apologized for arriving on time. Some students had that habit and for some reason he found it amusing to absolutly no end. Although he never showed it, he would always just shake his head and let them take their seats without a word. Most would interpret this as dissapointment but anyone who had taken his class for more than three hours knew that when people were in trouble he made it known that they were. He signaled for Saya to stop when the last timely student entered his classroom. There were rarely late students inthis particular class but every now and then one would crop up. A couple members were still missing but he would start without. they would simply have to learn how to be punctual, and deciding how to teach that lesson could wait until later, since they obviously did. "The piece before you is Pachabel Cannon, it is in D Major. Cello's we will start with you." The other Cello players got their instruments ready while the rest of the class seemed to relax, glad that their instrument wasn't called first. There were only two other cello players aside from Raelyn.((I forget, which instruments would be around?))
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:37 pm
Raelyn quickly pulled her instrument up and glanced at her fellow musicians before looking ahead and waiting for their cue to begin. Saya had been practicing before class, the sound of which still seemed to echo in the lycan's ears despite there now being silence in the room. It would probably make it easier for everyone to slip into the song having put it in their heads beforehand. As she was signaled, she brought her bow to the strings and began the intro along with the other cellos.
"You're too shy, you'd do better if you broke that shell."
"Please, you really shouldn't be here."
Raelyn stopped playing for a moment, a look of puzzled displeasure on her face. She had been playing the proper notes, but there was something wrong with them, they were messy, muddy, and hollow, the correct pitch was all that felt right about them. She hadn't let herself go, that was the problem, she had stayed in her own head instead of relaxing into the music as she normally did. She stared at the sheet of music for a few moments as the other cellos played without her. After the short break, she shook her head, shut her eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Then once more. Finally she slowly opened her eyes, a more relaxed look in her posture, and brought the bow back to the strings again. This time she heard what she wanted, though it had taken her a large part of the intro to get it. The higher strings would soon fall into the melody, a part of the song that always gave her a good feeling. In her mind, the way the piece slowly layered new parts made it fun, like the tune itself was getting more excited as it was played. She was interested in hearing what Saya would do with it, or rather she was interested in seeing if she could pick out Saya's instrument from the others based only on how she played it. Just as people were unique in how they acted, Raelyn always felt like there was a unique dialect to every person's playing as well, and after hearing Saya the day before, she was curious if she could pick it out of a crowd.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:45 am
MacideusNo one ever calls him Micky D's to his face.Macideus didn't stop for Realyn, he rarely stopped for one person unless something was really wrong. However, Realyn gave her head a shake and returned to playing before Macideus signaled the other strings in. At that moment a few of the late students arrived...in a clutch which was odd. He suspected a collective bad habit was developing, he would need to deal with that. He shot the late students a withering glare but was too into the music to berate them out loud. The wood winds were signaled in next and the main body of the piece began. Some of the woodwinds were a little too quite while the others were too loud. "A little more mezzo woodwinds." He said and their collective volumes began to correct until they were in the correct amplitude. Then there was a squawk, then another and Macideus gave the slightest flinch, and after the third squawk he finally stopped the piece and singled out the woodwinds. He had them practice the part that they were having trouble with before after a few minutes of just woodwinds he returned to the class preforming as a whole. Once again he signaled for silence and then for the cellos to start. ((You can fill in for the other students and Macideus' signals ^_^ that should help speed things along.))
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