You gotta be banjoking
A thoughtful (more or less) person has carried the magic banjo outside, leaving it near the corral. It still glows faintly, as if it is beckoning people to play it. The kraken, surprisingly, doesn't try to break the instrument. Then again, it is a magic banjo. Maybe it just doesn't want to touch that with a ten foot tentacle.
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( ooc explanation )
It's a casual day to feel confident enough to approach a large, dangerous beast to investigate a banjo. No joke, the curious Pokemon trainer managed to carefully step his way around the city. Among people panicking that it is now awake and the fact there is...
'A banjo. That's going to help us?'
The gut feeling and full-out experience is what actually leads Hilbert to believe it's something more. Even if it is awfully strange to consider as important.
Lifting the banjo, he inspects it for a moment, reflecting on his own experience with instruments and music... Good timing. You know, when there's a kraken lurking around.
It just may be his comfort around such large creatures that leaves the trainer to his calm manner.
He plucks a string.
It's a bit far-fetched... But he faintly remembers something his mother would sing. A soft and gentle lullaby that would slowly press him to sleep, even the few Pokemon sitting in the room. It made him feel warm. At comfort.
... He plucks another string.
--WAIT, HOW THE HECK DO YOU PLAY THE BANJO?
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Or something like that.
Magic might be involved or maybe the kraken is just sleepy and grumpy. Who knows.
Either way, he stops to listen--
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The kraken is now more pissed off.
Good job, Hilbert. Good job.
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Hilbert immediately jumps up and scrambles behind the nearest thing that resembles SHELTER AND PRORECTION. He wouldn't like to be caught in the debris and end up dead for the next few days.
What did he do? Did he make it upset? H-how...? It was perfectly calm and fine a moment--
His eyes suddenly shift to the banjo in his hands. Oh, you got to be--
"Alright, alright!" Hilbert sloooowly steps out, trying his best to catch the creature's attention. No one likes to be the cause of needless destruction, might as well finish what he started.
Once he assumes words won't do any good, Hilbert resumes his playing, humming quietly to himeslf to recognize each note from the lullaby.
God, he's converting his mother's singing voice to the banjo? It's worth a try.
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It lasts a few moments, the bubble falling silent other than the strumming of the banjo, all of the normal sounds destruction from the giant sea creature completely gone for just this moment--
And a note twangs.
And the kraken roars and the tentacles flail, and the subject of its ire seems to be, well. You, Hilbert.
Duck and cover!
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Well, not so much "running" as it is diving and rolling to the nearest thing. The trainer isn't even given enough time for a word of protest; there isn't much one can do when tentacles are flailing at a puny human like him.
"Hey, hey!" He peeks out from behind the next item of cover, a bit miffed with this attitude. "I'm not the Beethoven of banjos, okay?! I'm trying! You can't rush these things, it takes practice!"
And as soon as Hilbert realizes he just yelled at a hugeass kraken, he goes back to practicing behind the... Whoa, he chose a trash can to hide behind?
Then again, he was about to face certain death.
"La, la, la..." Hilbert quietly sings to himself while slowly practicing. Hopefully krakens posses something called PATIENCE.
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This kraken does indeed have patience.
When he is asleep and not being bothered by the hundreds of foreigners all up in this joint.
So he flails his tempers and all around acts like a child who has not gotten enough sleep except far, far larger and with more tentacles.
RAWR.
Think fast, Hilbert. It's only a matter of time before he finds you, if by accident.
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Okay, he finally decided.
It's not like he can completely remember the entire lullaby anyways... Lullabies usually loop anyways?
'R-right?'
Hilbert leaves his hiding place while beginning to play. His attention doesn't really focus on the tempered creature, but on his fingers. Careful gliding on the instrument to produce each note, one by one... delicately... gently...
He peeks up, praying for a good reaction. Pleasepleasepleaseplease!
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But the kraken does not seem to be causing any troubles. In fact...he seems to be pausing, listening, silent for the moment, the silence almost eerie after the chaos from before.
Huh.
Maybe he likes this sort of tune...?
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Uh.
That's a big surprise.
Hilbert just continues to play... and play... and play.
It isn't until a short while later he realizes he has to stop at some point--Otherwise, who knows how long this will go for? Besides, what is the result of this anyways? No more destruction out of crankiness, but what else?
Plus, he's getting a little sleepy listening to this tune. It seems the old lullaby still works.
"Hey... are you satisfied yet?" Hilbert sleepily calls out. He barely notices at this point how robotic his movements are.
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In fact, it just kind of annoys him.
Then again, many, many things annoy him, for his is a kraken that is awake when he does not want to be.
So the kraken stirs himself, lifts a tentacle experimentally, and swipes out towards where the lullaby still faintly plays.
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