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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:52 pm
((Chose the setting for ya. Hope you don't mind Cooro! X3))
Yaholo had heard that a few of his old school friends had started a band that played some of his favorite folk and acoustic music free near the public library every Saturday evening to promote the arts. He had loved to play music as a kid and still knew some chords on his old guitar so he decided to take Seto and Mokuba to the small gathering and hopefully meet up with some of his long lost friends. As they neared the library Yaholo picked up on the first few strums of a cheerful tune he recalled as "Jubilee" and ushered the boys along the grass and towards the mid back section of the chairs which had been set up for the event. He sat them both down in a seat and looked over the crowd to spot the band and grinned.
"Good," he began. "They've only just started and they're playing one of my old favorties. I'll meet up with them after the show I guess." As he finished his last sentence a young man tapped him on the shoulder and Yaholo spun around and laughed, greeting the other man with a quick hug they began to talk like they were still in high school and knew everything about each other.
Seto shook his head as Yaholo "blabbed" merrily to the other man and resumed his usual ground staring. What was so special about this silly music? Sure it sounded nice, not that he was going to admit that to anyone, but what he didn't understand was that they were doing it for free. Why didn't they want money for playing music for other people? Didn't musicians usually do that? I mean, it seemed pretty silly to do something without being paid for it. If he was a musician and played that well he'd want a whole lot of money for playing his music. Playing for free sounded so stupid.
Mokuba, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the music. The harmony of the voices, guitars and various other instruments was just so intriging. How did they do that? It was so pretty sounding, he just had to see how these people made those things produce such lovely sounds. He quickly slid off his chair with ease and made his way towards the band.
It only took Seto about two seconds to see that Mokuba had wandered off somewhere and jumped off his own seat in bit of an over-panicked state. He knew where his brother was probably going, but just not seeing where he was made him extremely nervous. Why did his brother have to be so curious and give him five little heart attacks a day? Oh, what was he saying? He loved Mokuba just the way he was. But still, how can someone so small move so quick?! He rushed towards the band hoping he could grab his brother and get back to his seat before Yaholo noticed they were gone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:28 pm
It had been a week since Mela had been home, and with no contact with Irae, Alome was beginning to worry. Her father, Noel, thought it would be best if they took Irae away from the house for the day, since it was unhealthy to be cooped up in a house all by yourself for days and days on end, especially if you were just an infant!
That being said, Alome lead Irae to the library, where, by word of mouth, she had heard that music would be playing~ And if there was anything Irae loved more than his mother, it would be the sound of a live band, no matter what type of music they were playing.
Upon Arrival, Alome put Irae down. She was still very irritated about what had happened at that Party a while back, and was more protective than ever of her little cousin Irae. It was her self-imposed duty to protect the little vocaloid until a suitable master would come to buy him, protect him, and love him in her place...
Irae, completely unaware of this fact, simply toddled up to the band, gazing at it with wonder through his shielded eyes. "Wow.... I wanna sing..." Was all he could manage to say. Unfortunately, his current database did not have the track that was currently playing, and he was in dire need of an update. For now, he simply swayed back and forth, right up front, giggling.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:14 pm
Amazingly, Mokuba had already made it up to the very front of the band, leaving his brother irritated, confused and worried in the background. On his small unsteady little feet he was attempting to dance to the beat of the music. It was a little slow for him, as he liked fast music a little better, but still it was a pretty sounding song. Something about someone coming home to a wishing tree and being happy. Certainly a good song to him! But unfortunately, not even a slow song could prevent little accident prone Mokuba from falling over, but this time it wasn't flat on his face as usual. He had fallen to the side and knocked over the poor child next to him, who just happened to be Irae. Quickly jumping up from his landing on his leg he gasped as his gazed flashed to the person he had knocked over.
"I's sowrry! I dun see you dere!" He exclaimed, offering a pudgy hand down to the other boy. "You ohkay? I's weely sowrry!"
"MOKUBA?! Wai you alwais walk awaaay?!" Seto yelled as he pushed past other people roughly trying to get to the band as fast as his legs could carry him. Argh! He adored his little brother but when will this kid learn to stay in one place for more than two seconds?! He was close to the band and caught a brief glimpse of his brother helping another boy up to his feet. "Mokuba! Git ova heeere!" His feet moved only a few more steps until he tripped over another person's foot as they moved past him. Falling over like a log he landed straight in front of Alome but managed to get back up rather fast, only to touch his face due to a stinging sensation upon landing. Taking his hand away from his face he saw a slight smear of blood and sighed. "Oh great...I gots anotha 'tupid cut on mah face..." He frowned in an angry sort of way. Man, he hated it when he fell over.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:32 pm
"UWAH!!" It was definitely a surprise to be suddenly taken down by someone else falling, and Irae landed hard on his rear. "Owie Owie Owie...." he murmured, looking up as a shadow loomed over him.
His indigo eyes widened as a hand was offered to him, and he took it, tiliting his head. "It kay, I kay, I no hurt. Is you hurt?" He gave the other baby a look over. "You's kay!! You's Kay!! That makes Irae happy!" Tiny, warm arms wrapped themselves around Mokuba, rubbing his cheek to the other's.
Alome hurriedly ran to her little cousin's side, making sure he, himself, was alright.
The little boy. The one that had knocked Irae over... She had met him briefly in the snow a long time ago.. But she could not recall his name. She had been only a toddler at the time.
Soon enough, another kid feel down before them, and this time, it was a bigger child..
"Ah.. You're hurt..." Her voice was soft, murmuring to herself. It was just a small cut, so... She should be able to heal it without too much of a problem. "Hey, you two... Do you remember me? I can heal your cheek if you want..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 3:52 pm
Mokuba giggled cheerfully at recieving a hug from the boy he'd knocked over. "Dat's guud! Be'in happeh is guud!" Then his gaze turned to the girl that had hurried over so quickly to Irae to check if he was okay. He studied her for a second with awe. She had such pretty wings, they looked just like a butterfly's wings! He loved butterflies! He grinned widely and was about to reach out to touch her wings when he noticed Seto had appeared. "Oh! Hi big brudda!" He chirped before noticing his brother's cut. "Oh no! Yous gots a boo boo big brudda!" His face looked saddened. Oh boy, if he had just stayed at his seat Seto wouldn't have that cut on his face! Now he felt really bad...
Seto blinked twice as he gazed up at Alome. Remember her? ...Well. She did sort of look familiar. Something about the cold and a lot of white. He felt like he had seen her before but couldn't remember where or when. Soemthing was pointing to when he and his brother were with those other people and not with Yaholo. He couldn't even remember their names either. Then his thoughts froze when she said she could heal the cut on his cheek. "Heal...?" He questioned. "Whadda 'ya mean heal? I dunno wat dat means..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 6:28 pm
Irae continued to rub his cheek to the other little boy's. "Ooh~ You so warm and nice! No like Irae. Irae is cold. But You warm~ I like teh warm.." He pulled away a bit, blushing. He had forgotten his manners!
"I is sorreh. Mai name is Irae. EEE-RAH-EH. Dat's Lome. LOME."
The butterfly girl smiled at Seto. "Heal.. To make better. I can make the cut go away, if you want me to.. If you don't, I'm sure I have some bandaids somewhere in my bag.." She didn't like bandaids. They got so itchy, it always drove her crazy. She'd much rather stick with her singing.. Though.. Singing didn't always help.
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