Song was not something that Crimson did not understand on premise. In fact they were rather fond of lyrical melody composed by artists and then produced by air passing the larynx and thus emitting sound for others to enjoy or find repulsive via their eardrums or other auditory receptive organs. Crimson found the whole process of enjoying music and processing music quite fascinating. However producing that for themselves was something utterly alien in concept and practice. Crimson did not sing and could recall no memories off hand of producing harmonious melodies via wind and their audio producing organs. Not even their posterior was known to be particularly musical despite the legumes they would consume upon occasion. Still, they had been given the opportunity to study the musical theatrics of Valentines.

With a heavy sigh of reluctance, Crimson went forward, intending to further their conceptual understanding of these... harmonics and methods that were used in another world.

Being tasked to sing to three others was not something that Crimson was exactly looking forward to. His familiar who was shamelessly making a lot of noise as if he would accompany them vocally was- okay why bother candy and sugar coating it the fallow buck was absolutely awful in actual awful ways that were past the point of being so bad they became good. It's sounds were things that could make a reaper off themselves. Or break a contract. Breaking the contract with the buck was both foolish and short sighted but- clutching their ears as they went looking for people to sing to, Crimson was growing more and more inclined to seek the end of their working relationship, traditions and efforts and all that history be dammed. Or blessed, take your pick.

As Crimson found their first person, a young manticore that had a large face and even larger glasses, Crimson explained the situation and with a bribe of two silver seeds, the monster said they would remain and listen. And so belting out a song about phones and needing love, along with some very odd dance moves that Crimson picked up from the music video, the monster looked rather taken back by the whole display. Still, they did sign off and give the blood mage reaper some helpful advice- to work on theitr dance moves. That was fair enough, considering Crimson had no talent or practice so they were just bull shitting it as they went along.

The second song they had to perform was a lot less sexual and a lot more dramatic. Loud and being on other sides, Crimson figured a good place to look would be at the sports teams- they fought against other sides or well. Close. Okay it was a tangent but Crimson had no other ideas. Running across a rather bulky undead orc they found that quickly enough, the orc would agree, provided that Crimson feel them some deer meat. While Crimson agreed, their familiar fled. A while later, the meet was secured, (and the familiar missing a part of his rump for a while- it would grow back soon enough), but the orc sat around, humming off key and just shaking their head as the song we belted out by the reaper.


Having gotten their second sign off, Crimson sought one last being and thought on their last song. In the end, they ran into a ghostly nekomata who had a request, (well, more a demand),l for the song. It was a bit difficult, but singing an 'anime' theme was a bit fun if strange. Still, signhed off, Crimon went back and turned in the paper.

Mission accomplished.