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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 6:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 6:34 pm
Four Fronds was turning into Emi's second most visited place at this rate, in between how frequently she came to bother some of the forest folk and what not. Tonight was a little bit different, however, as she perused some of the high end stores that dotted the town. Overpriced, maybe, but she had an eye that could discern the tools of her trade well enough to know if it was worth the beetle.
And anyway, she liked it out here.
Maccue was outside, as the doors were too small to accommodate him. This is fine, he repeated over and over to himself again. After all, this was his clumsy charge neck deep in highblood territory. Teal meant she wasn't walked on as a lowblood, but not expected to fit into highblood politics either. Maccue wanted to keep it that way, keep her uninvolved.
But there was no use helping it, because Emiola had already gone inside the fancy looking music store, eyes sparkling as she looked at the glimmering equipment inside. There was a store closer to home that she used for her mallets and drumsticks, but when it came to purchasing actual instruments, Emi usually found it fit to come out here. Today, her mission was to find a hang drum, because she knew almost nothing about them other than they sounded wonderful. Not necessarily the most ordinary thing out there, but that just meant she needed one even more.
Still, she couldn't help but take some detours, perusing other aisles filled with woodwinds and brass trinkets for instruments she wouldn't even dare about attempting, not with her teeth situation. They were neat to look at though. Hands clasped behind her back so she wasn't enticed to get her grubby hands all over them, she minded herself for once, giving the instruments and other shop patrons respect. melona-pan let today be the day mels finally rpd with mea
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 5:58 pm
Beside Maccue, another oversized lusus remained banished outside the store. Hippodad lazily swiveled his head to give the large bird a polite nod in greeting- he was a gentlebeast, after all- showing solidarity in their shared situation before returning to nuzzle at the expertly pruned flower bushes lining the shopfront. A light breeze flitted through the purple tinged treetops of the Fronds, and the night was pleasantly warm. Hippodad mused to himself how lovely these petals tasted. PWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--Swinging his great head up, Cocidius' ears twitched. After a moment, he let out a heavy gurgling sigh, then returned to his snackage. She'll be just fine.-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEeeeEEeeeeEeeee e e eee e e e e eFrossa gasped for air, lowering the sparkly, purple tinted plastic recorder from her matching purpled face. Buckling over dramatically, she sucked in a few greedy gasps of air before straightening up and rising the 'instrument' to her lips again. The entire time, her eyes were trained on the store owner. He returned her stare with one that was much less mischievous and much, much more exhausted. Frossa had been coming here since her (actual) youth to play and generally run amuck; the blueblood who ran the store had been a staple in Four Fronds for as long as she could recall. Hands down, he was one of the easiest trolls to push around she had ever had the pleasure to meet. With so many shiny, loud, expensive things to play with- well, you could hardly blame her, right? Had the shopkeep ever splurged for a door expansion, Hippodad could have followed her in to supervise. But no, no- somehow, this guy just never caught a clue. Frossa's face split into a wide smile, sucking in a sharp inhale. PWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---The shopkeeper rose a hand to his face, letting out a frustrated groan that was completely drowned out by the recorder's shrieking melody.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 7:13 pm
Maccue wasn't a social creature, despite being a bird. When Hippodad took a spot next to him, he pretended to ignore the nod, simply staring straight ahead. He would not make eye contact. He would not open up any doors for any discussion.
When he heard that shrill scream of an instrument from inside, his eyes nearly rolled back into his skull.
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Not that it was Emi of course, though she had heard the sound (as surely as every other patron in the store). Had she been any more astute, she may have been able to parse the regulars from individuals like here; some patrons looked offended, others annoyed, and yet most had merely given the sound a quick acknowledgement, and then drearily returned to their browsing.
Where some sought solace from the abrupt sound, Emi instead ventured forth to investigate it. While she had been actually trying to be on good behavior (if Maccue found out she was being disruptive, he'd argue about taking her back), she didn't really do anything in regards to the situation. There was a purplebood (so how could she?), a recorder, and a very exhausted looking blueblood manning the register. Why did he look so tired? Surely the sounds would be waking him up, wouldn't they?
It was a pretty noticeable sound, anyway. Why was she even doing this? Trying it out? Testing the instruments limits, or perhaps her own? Damn, that was pretty cool. This chick was cool. Anyone who was willing to make some NOISE was pretty radical. Maybe she was interested in music too? Aw yeah.
"Yoooooooo brooooooo you're killing it!" It was hard to tell if she meant that literally or not, but judging by the obnoxious smile on her face followed by cacophonous laughter, she probably didn't.
"Y'know, though, they got better stuff in the back." she motioned over her shoulder, talking loudly to try and beat the shrillness of the recorder. To what avail was left to be seen. melona-pan someone stop them or don't
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 9:54 am
--EEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--When a girl looking to be around her (apparent) age suddenly popped up beside her with a wide smile and began to speak, Frossa intentionally lowered the volume of the recorder's screeching. --ee e phHweEE PHhwEEe pHHWEeEE phHWEEee -Uneven warbles burst forth from the demonic flute. Tearing the recorder from her lips, Frossa clutched her sides and joined Emiola in a fit of maniacal laughter she had been struggling to fight though. Killing it. Haaah!"You mean the big stuff?" She was working her way back there, oh yes. To the giant brass horns, towering string instruments and those fancy pianos she ever did love to dance on. Since the whole spaceship-crash thing Frossa had limited her time in the downtown Fronds, and she hadn't the faintest of ideas what wondrous mysteries the shops stock currently held. "Let's go take a peek~" Abruptly grabbing Emiola's hand, Frossa yanked her towards the back of the store, still armed with her sparkly purple recorder. The tealblood seemed like a potential riot- she was willing to come up and talk with her, anyway- Frossa was never one to snub her sniffnode up at a potential playmate. With a sudden flailing flourish of her recorder, Frossa pointed towards a gargantuan drumset, laden with stacks upon stacks of cymbals of varying sizes. She gasped in awe. "Look at that!" Oh yes, there would be migraines tonight. --- Outside, Cocidius finished devouring all the greenery on the the first flower bush, and shuffled over closer to Maccue to work on his second.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 3:10 pm
Well now. Honestly, most trolls she met weren't as forward as she was, and she had met a good lot up to this point! Then there's this purpleblood, laughing maniacally alongside her, grabbing her hand and tearing hell to the legendary back that Emi spoke of.
"Well YEAH I mean the big stuff!" what else would she mean? "Well, there's little stuff too. Like tambourines, and I actually like triangles, and—"
Oh.
The big stuff.
It was absolutely beautiful. She could count ten— no, twenty— no... more?! The amount of cymbals on the set was obscene. There were more foot pedals than anything in this living realm had feet for; hi-hats and every single accessory imaginable. Yes, there was the tambourine, mounted on the set, and the triangle, the moobeast bell, even wood blocks. The center base? Oh god, she could fit inside of it. And the amount of toms? Could it be possible to master every single object orchestrated onto this magnificent instrument? Her palm was getting sweaty. Her eyes was enormous under the fringe of her hair, and her mouth was gaped in such a way that when she finally went to speak, it popped as she struggled to close it.
"Bro." she may have sounded solemn, but it was merely the over abundance of excitement canceling itself out. Something quelled inside of Emiola; something not quite right. She was a time bomb. There was a meter inside of her head, steadily filling past its limits. Oh yes, the sheer amount of potential energy accumulating in her veins was making her tremble the way tiny toy woofbeasts do. Is this what dying feels like, she wondered? When you see everything flash before your eyes? Would she see this drumset? And would it be her throne in the afterlife?
"s**t my dude." they were the only words she had left. "We are so going to jam."
She didn't know the purpleblood. She never caught her name. But their meeting here meant something. They were meant for this. This night, this occasion, this drumset and her recorder. It was destiny.
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Maccue had the absolute worst feeling.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 10:56 pm
Frossa cackled, pleased that this girl was also an expert on hubbub-making. It never even once crossed her little perverse mind that the tealblood was an actual musician- why else would they have offered praise? It was a logical assumption to make. While Emiola saw the drumset for what it was, a glorious beast of an expertly designed instrument, Frossa only saw a glistening weapon of mass annoyance. Each cymbal represented a razor sharp stab to the temple she could add to the shopkeeper's headache; every bell and shiny-thing capable of pushing the patron's torment further as they detonated in harmony. Frossa paused, cupping her chin in her little palm, wondering if the big drum-thing would hold her weight. It would make a spectacular trampoline, if so! Tilting at the hips as Emi spoke up, she echoed the tealblood's final word as if to savour it on her own tongue. "Jam?" Frossa licked her lips. She could go for a snack right ab-- no!! Focus! Straightening and drawing herself up to match Emiola's height, Frossa nodded solemnly in response. This was a serious matter, because they were going to make some serious noise. "We most certainly are. Let's make sure even the seadwellers underwater can't drown us out!" She giggled wildly at her own joke. Skipping closer to the set, Frossa gave a testing tap to one of the cymbals with her recorder. The resulting ring summoned a demonic smile cracking further across her face. The damn thing was so loud. Since she was already armed, it was only polite to allow the tealblood a chance at battering the drumset before Frossa unleashed her own brand of carnage. Pointing towards the stool, Frossa crooned a subtle command. "After you~"Twirling her sparkly tube of shriekterror around in the air absent mindedly, Frossa continued to babble while she waited for Emi to take position. "Hey, do you think it's possible to break windows with sound like you see in the movies?" It had always been a little goal of hers. With the two of their reverberation powers combined... just maybe......! - Hippodad was having a really lovely night, all things considered. He was enjoying his new silent friend's company.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 1:36 pm
"Yeah man, jam." Emiola was ever the oblivious about Frossa's intentions, as well as her wayward thoughts. She may have only just met the purpleblood, but everything about her new friend screamed absolutely harmonious. Yes, Emi was absolutely certain that they were a match made in hypothetical heaven. Frossa was a song and Emi was a genuine reprise, or maybe it was the either way around.
It didn't matter.
Nothing did, not the situation nor Frossa's strange musings. Could seadwellers even drown? What on Alternia was Frossa even talking about?
But what was so marvelous about the situation was how this darling little highblood took not the throne for herself, but instead offered it. Emi could see it clearly now, which given the state of her bangs at most instances, was not saying much. Despite this, she knew her future was dangling in front of her. This was her destiny in every sense of absolute. To think that her training—that the fruits of her labor—would lead her here of all places—! Not with Cerpin in the promises of the band; not even with Masoal and his wild escapades through the wilderness, but here.
"Dude, yes."
Actually, Emi wasn't entirely sure if the combination of their sound could break any barriers, at least not without the help of electronic equipment. Then again, this wasn't just sound, this was Emiola and Frossa together in a twisting, spiraling fate of indestructible purity. As she sat in the seat, surrounded by the instruments of her guiding music, Emi knew what she had to do.
Words were no longer necessary here. They had a wavelength. Emi gave Frossa a look (if it could be called that), mouth curled into a rather innocent smile given the divine punishment the proprietors of this store were about to endure. Her drumsticks wavered in her hands. She clicked them together in what would probably be a fruitless attempt at starting a beat, and readied herself into a countdown.
One.
Two.
—!
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