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[precedent_hero]

[In the messhall a young gentleman in his shirt sleeves is hunched over one of the tables, and has been for hours. a velvet cloth is spread before him, and on it rests a number of delicate metal gears, wires, and tools. He's currently holding a small box with an intricate device inside

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[demonesticate]

. . .

[precedent_hero]

[closes his eyes savoring the soft melody]

[demonesticate]

[has stopped to listen for a moment-- didn't know you could work those things]

[precedent_hero]

[didn't ask did you? lets the music box wind down before picking up the lid to attach it, and looking up for the first time]

Ah... Eclipse...

[boldstarring]

[comes to a stop as he passes by with a plate of food, glancing over at him and the small box. he stays quiet for a moment, just listening.]

[precedent_hero]

[glancing up when it's finished]

Ah... hello.

[boldstarring]

Hey. What song was that?

[precedent_hero]

It was simply labeled "Music Box Lullaby". The composer is Paul Collier, though.

[derepathy]

Ehh...

[precedent_hero]

[picking up the lid to finish the box]

Good morning.

[derepathy]

Ah-- good morning.

[precedent_hero]

Did it sound alright?

[kitterminal]

[... stops to listen]

[precedent_hero]

[picks up a tool from the table to make a small tweak inside the box]

[takemyothereye]

. . . [listening]

[precedent_hero]

Hello, Doumeki.

[takemyothereye]

Jack.

[bows his head, like so]

[precedent_hero]

It's a pleasure to see you face to face.