...There was a man who took up residence here, but it seems he's gone elsewhere now. [Sheik's voice is soft, pensive, perhaps a little distracted. There's little noise in the background, apart from the occasional creak of a floorboard.]Most of us come from worlds with some set path, with boundaries and walls. It might not feel like it, but there's ( Read more... )

That sky... I have not seen its like since the reign of the Black King... But it does not seem to bode as ill.

[There is, as usual, soft music in the background.]

Riqis. Have you some spare time to hand?

[Locked to IMPA // Viewable to Queensguard]

My lord, there is a matter I need to discuss with you.

[The Sheikah is sitting on a rock by the water, one bare foot half in. The video post comes on to see nothing but sand, sea, sky, and his unbandaged hands on the strings of his lyre. The song he is playing is soft and thoughtful, but not unhappy ( Read more... )

[There's music coming over the audio feed: the lyre, this time. The song is of the soothing, lulling sort, a rondo.]

They were a little late this time, were they not?

I wonder if it's significant.

[Locked to Naoto // Unhackable]

How does it go?

[Locked to Riqis // Unhackable]

I believe we should speak.

[Locked to Zack // Unhackable]

[He ( Read more... )

[Queensguard.]

I will go to the church, and see what there is to be seen.

[Roxas.]

You have the Lux now, correct?

...there was a piano, wasn't there?

[Sheik is speaking over music; that of a piano. Yes, he's exploiting the empty city. Something like the latter part of this, perhaps. (About 4 minutes onward, pulled into something longer.)]

And so it all begins to return again...

[The music continues whilst he is silent. His tone becomes a little bemused.Strange menageries they keep, though ( Read more... )

[What to do when you've little to say? Music, of course. It is, once more, the violin Sheik is playing. It is a strange medley, based upon the same few notes, but he has woven them into something different, something new. It speaks of light in darkness, fragile but unwavering. It ends upon a high note ( Read more... )

Can't hurt, I suppose...

[There is music, but not that of a lyre. No, it's easily recognisable as that of a violin. There are a few hesitant notes, drawn out - it's been a while since Sheik was able to play anything other than his lyre and an ocarina, of course. But it comes back to him easily. He slips into a rendition of the Song of Storms, but ( Read more... )

((Long post is loooooooong. This story is taken from the Majora's Mask manga. Sheik's a better storyteller than I am, so pretend, idk, that it's good *grins sheepishly*))

[There is music, soft, plaintive. It travels round and around in circles without being repetitive, somehow, as if it is changing every time. Someone listening may find it ( Read more... )

[There are no words, only the faint lilt of lyre music, something soft and dark, soothing whilst having an oddly haunting ring to it. Eventually, the recording cuts out, but should you be wandering the city after the dreams you may hear it, coming from the rooftops.]