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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 10:47 am
Ian had been recruited by some of his friends to record some creepy noises for a Halloween robot. The boy was never really quite sure how these sorts of things ended up happening, but of course he would never ever let his friends down. And it was really not all that strange or arduous a task, to record some erhu playing on a little chip thing. His friends were the big robotics people and could take care of all the hard parts.
It had been a little while since the red-haired boy had last taken out his two-string Chinese fiddle. It was hardly the nicest one otu there, and he was not the greatest at playing it, but it was all okay because the majority of his traditional music attentions went to his zither instead. Still, though, as he pulled the bow experimentally across the strings, Ian understood perfectly why his friends had been looking for an erhu soundtrack for a Halloween monster - even in his unskilled hands, the instrument could make some profoundly creepy noises.
Home was a little hectic today, with some people working on the kitchen, and, though they might have been on their way out already, Ian figured he could do his recording in the band practice room anyway. He was already at school, having stayed after for some math extra credit, then gone a couple blocks to the nearest burger restaurant for what would pass for dinner until he got home.
Ian arranged his space, putting up a printed internet page of warm-ups for his instrument on a music stand, and set the erhu aside for a moment while he went to open one of the windows in the back of the band room. Then he returned and set out the little home-made sound recorder with which his friends had provided him, and sat down. Ian fiddled with the knobs, set the instrument on his knee, and produced another couple experimental notes.
... and winced. He was hardly adept at the erhu, though he had been able to play a couple short, simple melodies before he had put the instrument aside for several months. But, well, rusty was apparently what his friends wanted. Although some of these sounds resembled human cries more than monstrous rumbles. Ian fixed his glasses and tried another couple notes. He would have to ask to see this monster when his friends were done building and wiring it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:06 am
Patrolling? Not quite.
Chaonis liked to be powered up, to train or to practice, or just to mess around and have fun with his greater abilities in this form. He liked to jump from the rooftops without as great a risk of missing them. He had already experienced a near miss, and was happy to avoid that now. Plus, he was just getting better at it.
Which was kind of taking the thrill out of it, in a way.
But that was okay, he always had a way to get some excitement. There were monsters and bad guys all over this city, as it turned out, and he always had something to do. It was just a matter of finding them.
Usually he saw the monster before anything else, but this time it seemed his ears would bring him to one. A terrible sound was on the air, and Chaonis couldn't tell if it was a youma of some kind, or a human being tortured. A cat being run over? Something unpleasant. He followed the sound, just looking for a fight, finding himself at a school.
He heard the sound getting louder, but spaced out irregularly, and finally found an open window that he could jump into the building through, fists up and senses peeled.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 10:09 pm
Ian had just been mentally toying with the idea of tuning his instrument more carefully for his own ear, even if his friends had insisted that it was supposed to sound as creepy as possible, when he saw something move outside. The bow scratched as he jumped, producing a soft squeaking sound, and the red-haired boy was down hiding behind the chairs in the row in front of him as something came sailing through the window.
He had definitely not opened it to admit anything. Certainly not whatever the heck had just come in. The lights were mostly off in the room; just his luck that whatever had just come into the band room was in shadow for the moment.
Clutching his two-stringed fiddle, Ian tried to keep down below the chairs and see through the slits in the backs of them just who was there. One hand reached up to push his glasses up his nose a little, and he shifted slightly, but held his breath.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:24 pm
Chaonis landed as lightly as possible from entering through the window, looking around slowly. He scanned the room, not seeing anyone, as the room had terrible lighting and his eyes were adjusting to it. He knew something was in here: his ears told him so.
He just had to find it.
"Come out, come out, whatever you are," he said, sounding rather taunting and not so friendly. He had no idea he was actually just hunting a poor human with a less than pleasant sounding instrument.
Creeping forward, he thought he saw something crouching behind a chair. So it was hiding from him, was it? He grinned, not one to take things easy or to wait for the opportune moment. It was time to do things his way.
He leaped forward, landing on the chair the supposed monster was hiding behind, knocking the chair backwards wit his weight to try and pin the thing behind it.
"Gotcha!"
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