A Hell of a Pianist ? [Active/Open]
Characters: Raiel, and anybody who wants to drop by the lobby and talk to him
Content: Raiel is playing a piano solo in the BPH lobby, trying to get some pretty heavy issues off his mind. He is free to be interrupted! lol Silver interrupts him and Raiel assumes he's a Mazoku because he's never seen an anthropomorphic hedgehog before. HILARITY ENSUES.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel (lobby)
Time: Mid-morningish.
Warnings: Classical music?
The responses he'd gotten on his post last night had given Raiel a lot of information to draw from, and he'd started to form a theory on just what was going on. The more he thought about it, the less he liked it. It was unsettling, to say the least, and that idea on top of all the things back home that had him worried (Ha-chan, Sizer, the North Capitol...) left him very anxious, and pretty upset. He needed somebody to talk to about all this, but the only person he could think of was Flute.
Flute didn't even remember Sizer and Trom's fight, much less all the other stuff that had happened afterward. So he'd lied about it and said everything was fine just to keep from worrying her, and now he was keeping this realization about their predicament from her too, for the same reason. But it was weighing on him. Keeping everyone happy sometimes meant making things hard on himself.
He'd decided at some point to take a walk and try to get this off his mind, or at least organize his thoughts, but he'd gotten sidetracked somewhere halfway through the lobby and had decided instead to set up his piano and play. Music was an expression of thought, and if he didn't feel like he could talk to anybody about this, he could at least put the feelings out there non-specifically through his music. It wouldn't get it off his chest, but it would help lighten that weight a little.
Raiel didn't carry that piano around everywhere for nothing. He was a master. The dramatic notes of Debussy's Pour le Piano: Prelude filled the lobby. Since he was a Magic Musician, his music had a magic to it whether he did it consciously or not, and anybody listening might find themselves suddenly feeling slightly anxious, maybe with a tinge of worry, depending on how susceptible they were to the power that music had.
Content: Raiel is playing a piano solo in the BPH lobby, trying to get some pretty heavy issues off his mind. He is free to be interrupted! lol Silver interrupts him and Raiel assumes he's a Mazoku because he's never seen an anthropomorphic hedgehog before. HILARITY ENSUES.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel (lobby)
Time: Mid-morningish.
Warnings: Classical music?
The responses he'd gotten on his post last night had given Raiel a lot of information to draw from, and he'd started to form a theory on just what was going on. The more he thought about it, the less he liked it. It was unsettling, to say the least, and that idea on top of all the things back home that had him worried (Ha-chan, Sizer, the North Capitol...) left him very anxious, and pretty upset. He needed somebody to talk to about all this, but the only person he could think of was Flute.
Flute didn't even remember Sizer and Trom's fight, much less all the other stuff that had happened afterward. So he'd lied about it and said everything was fine just to keep from worrying her, and now he was keeping this realization about their predicament from her too, for the same reason. But it was weighing on him. Keeping everyone happy sometimes meant making things hard on himself.
He'd decided at some point to take a walk and try to get this off his mind, or at least organize his thoughts, but he'd gotten sidetracked somewhere halfway through the lobby and had decided instead to set up his piano and play. Music was an expression of thought, and if he didn't feel like he could talk to anybody about this, he could at least put the feelings out there non-specifically through his music. It wouldn't get it off his chest, but it would help lighten that weight a little.
Raiel didn't carry that piano around everywhere for nothing. He was a master. The dramatic notes of Debussy's Pour le Piano: Prelude filled the lobby. Since he was a Magic Musician, his music had a magic to it whether he did it consciously or not, and anybody listening might find themselves suddenly feeling slightly anxious, maybe with a tinge of worry, depending on how susceptible they were to the power that music had.