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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 8:01 pm
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Aloysius say quietly on a rooftop, power up just in case he bumped into anyone. It was quite a nice evening out, the stars twinkled brightly in the absence of clouds. Tonight would be the night he would serenade the stars, something he had always loved doing on a night such as this. Humming softly, he pulled out his viola and tuned it slightly by ear. Pulling his bow across the strings created a sad sound, one that conveyed his feelings with each note. He played a longer version of the sonata he had preformed on the night he had met a very interesting young boy. Part of him wondered where the boy was now and if he was ok, it would be horrible if the young boy met the same fate as the old woman Leda told her about.
"I hope for the best for that young boy, maybe he managed to visit his home or travel the world?" Aloysius looked up at the stars and continued to play, feeling the air vibrate slightly around his instrument. The open air ate at the sound but he could tell it reached quite a distance as people looked up occasionally to see where the music came from. "Maybe I am like the Fiddler on a Hot Tin Roof? No matter, it is such a beautiful night to play music."
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:03 pm
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As lovely as it was outside tonight, the winds still blew bitterly as Avior began the process of letting his wraiths gather energy. Luckily for him, his Senshi outfit wasn't all that revealing; lined with fur and cozy against his skin, he was rather comfortable, though he did dread when summer would come. He would be so hot when that time came..
Either way, it seemed like the wraiths had had their fill of energy for the evening, and he called them back into their shards, tucking them away safely into his pouch on his hip. Too bad about them not being pets.. His mind traveled back to when he had first become a senshi nearly a year ago, and just how lonely it had been back then. Granted, it WAS lonely still, but atleast now he knew that there were people out there who felt just like he did.. And that they would support him as much as they could. But tonight, it was lonely, and it was silent out here.
For a while it was, at least. Just before he had turned to go on home, such a sweet melody reached his ears, carried on the breeze that once only brought cold. A familiar sound, one that just jabbed at his memories as he tried to recall where it had come from. Even if he could not place it, atleast he could try to take a peek at it's source. And more oddly than not.. It seemed to be coming from a chaos signature.. Peculiar.. But what the Negaverse did on their patrols was not entirely his business. After all, he enjoyed having his iPod on as he went about draining as well.
After just a few minutes of hopping around, he landed lightly on the rooftop where a rather weak-aura'ed Lieutenant was playing to the night sky. Though he wished to say something, who was he to interrupt such lovely, yet sad music.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:05 pm
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A tear..? Was that music he played so much upsetting that it moved himself? Why did he play it then? Or perhaps he was just moved by the sound of It. As much as Avior enjoyed music, and enjoyed dancing to anything he could, he wasn't quite sure if he could enjoy music he made himself as much as he could enjoy others'. Finally recognized by the Lieutenant, he quickly shook his head, giving a bit of a sheepish smile.
"No, no not at all! I don't have turf; I just go where my feet take me. Most people don't seem to have a problem with that, from what I've encountered.. But yes, your music did bring me here. It's lovely and familiar.. Though I can't put my finger on where I've heard it before. " Unlike the one before him, he still wore his glasses, for his eyes were a bit too sensitive to handle contacts.. But that was alright, his own uniform seemed to understand that, so when he did transform, they changed into new ones as well. The offered hand was taken into his own, and he wondered vaguely if the other's hands were cold.. In this weather, it was just to cold to neglect the basic's like that.
"I'm not sure If I've met Amytis just yet. But I'm assuming that you mean the Dark Mirror Court, so yes, I am. My name is Avior, and it's a pleasure to meet you." It was not worth mentioning that he was new to the company. If he knew, then there was the potential of being taken advantage of, and he wouldn't allow that.
"I did enjoy it. It's not very common that I would find a Negaverse member just acting peacefully. Though some I have met were kind and gentle, many other's were out for blood. I take it you are not part of those ones?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:35 pm
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Aloysius wondered if he had perhaps startled the senshi by noticing him. Things seemed to be going well though, the young man was polite and quite nice . He seemed at the exact opposite end of the spectrum from Amytis. "Oh, I see we have similar paths, or in this case the lack thereof. I have only encountered one who had an issue with it, that was with miss Amytis. I cannot say where you may have heard it before but I have played this piece a couple of times to the stars on evenings much like this." Aloysius's hands were still a bit warm from the friction of the bow and viola strings. The cold didn't really bother him though, he actually quite liked it and his uniform was warm with it's layers of silk and cloth.
"Yes I have met her and I cannot say I enjoyed her brief but violent company. My name is Lt. Chalcanthitw and as you may have guess I am a member of the Negaverse. It is a pleasure to meet you Avior. As for being peaceful, I dislike confrontation of the physical type. Even though I have skill in it, I would rather talk or negotiate with an enemy. You must be like me in that way though, you do not seem anything like Amytis so I would assume that there are those who can have civilized conversations instead of jumping at at person's throat. But yes, I am most definitely not out for blood."
He took note of the wings on Avior's lower back, trying to remember what that met about rank. The detail put into his outfit must mean that he was at least a super if not eternal. Avior probably had more experience with fighting than he did but he was not about to let that be known. Just in case a fellow DMS that was not as friendly decided to come as what was up as well. "What did you feel when I played? I am always curious as to what ideas my music inspires in others. I am reminded of those I met or spoke with for the most part. Or this evening, of a nice Italian dinner I had with someone once."
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:48 pm
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"I do not like to think that people in my company are violent for no reason. Perhaps she was burned by a Negaverse member during her time as a senshi, and that is the cause of her rage. I've had such painful encounters before who were bloodthirsty from your organization, but what might be the difference between Amytis and I is my lack of bitterness." Avior had learned to finally let those old pained emotions go, and had been so much better for it as well. No longer did he harbor such ill will towards all of the Negaverse members who had hurt him, but some how, he felt himself holding so much more patience with them as well. Whether it was their shared home in chaos, or just a young boy finally maturing didn't really matter in the end.
The mention of an Italian dinner caused Avior to briefly reflect on his own time with a musician. A brief encounter it was, back when he was once known as Isha. Such a lovely night as well, a fan spending a few hours with someone he had admired so.. Even if the music was the same, and the person had experienced an evening just as he did, it was far too convienient for it to have been the same young man as before. And.. And even if it was, it wasn't as if Avior could simply reveal himself! Isha was dead, long dead, and he honestly needed to stop clinging to those past memories. That wasn't him any longer.
"An emotion... Nostalgic. After all, the brought back something laced with familiarity. I cannot quite place it, like I said. But besides sitting here and luring people with your melodies, what else are you doing? Gathering energies, I suppose?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:50 pm
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"One day.. Maybe not until the war is over.. Though I be young, I might not live to actually see that day." Avior was not thinking about his end on the whole, but it was certain that he was losing his enthusiasm for anything in this world. It all seemed so trite; it was like a playlist with only three songs, and they repeated over and over and over again. Instead of finding a way to appreciate it, he began to hate it. and he began to hate the feeling of just feeling alone this whole time. That's why he defected in the first place, to ESCAPE that feeling. It just seemed reverse; instead of feeling alone powered, it was civilian wise, now. As a non-powered person, he felt alone. and it was hard to pull himself back from that edge of inner turmoil that he had been teetering on for the longest time..
But that mattered not. This man before him didn't need to know that. No one did, as it was something that he would have to fix on his own.
"I looked because it was a peculiar thing. I like peculiarities, I suppose. And how often does a person find themselves with the ability to seek out a person hiding among the rooftops? As that ability was given to me, I might as well use it. And I'm glad I did. Now my curiosity has been sated, and I can go on home, because, like you, I am finished my duties for the evening."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:12 pm
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"I'm not sure if I should take that as a hint to leave, or if you're welcoming me to see you again." Avior's hands switch to his hips in a joking manner, giving him a bit of a tired, pouting look, before slipping into a soft chuckle and sitting down on the roof top. Gazing up from where he sat, he continued to watch Chalcanthite, pulling his legs up to prop his chin on his knees.
"There's nothing for me right now back home. An empty silent apartment, is all, so.. Maybe, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay here for a bit. If I could bother for another song, that would be nice as well. Of course, I understand if you wouldn't want to though. I may not be one for alot of talking at this moment, but maybe your music could help ease my mind. Of course, i'm not part of your faction, and I have no right at all to request anything of you."
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