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[umbra_ab_luce]

Dark Link is playing the pipe organ. It's a gigantic array of metal tubing stretching easily a hundred feet high. The piece he's currently playing is from earth, Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by J. S. Bach. If anyone is close, as the music swells, Dark Link says to himself, "take this Ganondorf, your organ only had one keyboard." This one has three

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[hot_engineer]

Since she's close enough to hear him mutter over the organ, she's just going to ask, unannounced:

"Who's Gannondorf?"

[umbra_ab_luce]

He closes his eyes, shifts his feet, cadences the music, and stops playing. "he was the King of the Gerudo until he took my tri- the triforce of power and became king of evil. He had an organ in his tower."

[hot_engineer]

King of Evil?

"Was... it an evil organ?" o_o

[umbra_ab_luce]

He raised an eyebrow. "I... think so? Brother said something about 'waves of darkness,' so..." he blinks. "Yes, yes it was an evil organ."

[hot_engineer]

She breaks, giggling a little. "Okay, sorry. I didn't know you could play something like this!" She said, getting to the bigger point.

[umbra_ab_luce]

He grins and leans in close. "I just took it up to show up Ganondorf. I like it, though. Right now it helps to keep my mind off of how much I hurt."

[hot_engineer]

"You're really good." She adds approvingly, brushing back a part of his mop of black hair. "I know I'd never be able to do that."

[umbra_ab_luce]

"I think you could." He smiles. "It just takes time and patience. I'd be glad to teach you."

[hot_engineer]

"I dunno..."

She understood harmonics and resonance and vibration and magic. But music was another story. She can match up mystic harmonics of an item with no problem but using an instrument to make noise and making that noise sound GOOD? It was an ability that seemed awe-inspiring and out of reach to her. Almost supernatural, if it weren't such a common hobby.

[umbra_ab_luce]

He picked up on a little of her disbelief. He felt the opposite way, that anything can be learned if given enough time. Being alive for as long as he had, it wasn't too far out of reach, he thought, maybe a few years of training. He kind of wanted to stick around that long.

"Wanna give it a shot?"

[hot_engineer]

Lucca figured she only had a hundred years or so to live. Truthfully it'd be much longer, but that's besides the point. When you're convinced of such a short life-span you have to get to the unpleasant task of writing off many goals as unapproachable.

But, still...

"Yeah... sure, why not? I'll give it a try." She'll sit file in close, next to him on the bench.

[umbra_ab_luce]

Dark Link tried not to think about what that would mean.

He slid sideways on the bench slightly and motioned her to sit next to him. "We'll start with the basics."

The fact that she probably couldn't read music didn't occur to him.

[hot_engineer]

"O-okay."

Indeed, the complicated page of music perched in front of her on the stand may as well be Greek or Martian. And the triple teirs of keyboards and label-less walls of knobs had a spanning complexity that would normally intimidate people who didn't spend most of their life tearing apart complex things.

"WhaddoIdo? Is this thing even on?"

[umbra_ab_luce]

His attempt at explanation is as clear and concise as Dark Link could make it. Unfortunately for Lucca, or anyone he's ever tried to teach anything to, that consisted of a lot of "do this, this, and this, and surprise, it works!" After about ten minutes of trying his best to guide her hands around the first keyboard, he stops and looks over at her.

"I'm being horribly unclear, aren't I?

[hot_engineer]

"Not... really?" She says in the tone that says that she didn't know enough to know if he was being clear or not. Totally lost. Even if she did know, however, she'd probably feign ignorance to make sure she had the right idea... and to have his cool, guiding hands on hers as long as possible.

[umbra_ab_luce]

He'd totally make a remark about hands and guiding if he could read her thoughts.

His actual knowledge of music, it turns out, is very limited. He can't explain the more intricate parts of the music or why things sounded like they did. His knowledge, despite years of practice, was limited to what keys made what notes and how that looked on paper. He did his best to connect them.

"C, D, E, F, G, A, B," he says, running up a scale with one hand and pointing to the lines with another.