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[100deaths_a_day]

[After the past few weeks of mayhem - but not in a bad way - the lull of activity here this week has left him bored. He's wandering around the manor trying to find something to do when he finds himself in the room with the instruments on impulse

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[batgirlsteph]

[Since she'd looked over most of the Manor and some of the immediate grounds, today seemed as good a day as any to check out the third floor of the building that they'd been more or less imprisoned in. She'd heard the faint music before she made it to the floor that it was coming from but she didn't think too much of it. Maybe the Author was trying out a new tactic. Ambiance through music. The thought makes her grin to herself.

Once she reaches the third floor though, it's pretty obvious where the music is coming from. Steph pokes her head into the room, ready for anything.... except the sight of Dean playing a cello in the corner of the room. She walks over, leaning against the wall and unable to stop the little smirk that crept onto her lips.] Cello? Is this your big dark secret or something? Because you don't really seem the type. Not that there's anything wrong with... musical inclinations or anything.

[And then she remembers that Dean is on to the whole "Batgirl" thing and shuts up. Trying to quit while she was still

[100deaths_a_day]

[He laughs a little, shaking his head, fingers still weaving the melody as he talks.] Never played one before today. Hell, I've never even picked one up before. Guess I got caught up in the author's talent 'Freaky Friday' thing.

[batgirlsteph]

[The Author again. Of course. Dean was probably being affected by the same thing as Sally. But that meant...] Then what did you loose? That's how it works right? You get a talent, but you loose one of your talents? I'm pretty sure I'm still totally myself. At least I'm not feeling the urge to start playing the piano or sew or anything.

[100deaths_a_day]

[He stops playing.] It doesn't matter what I lost. Wasn't important. [...As far as he's concerned, they can keep it.]

[ursokinky]

[Catherine was still a little miffed at what has happened, the author had taken away her gift, the thing she enjoyed and replaced it with...god only knows what the hell it was, but she was hoping to see that author and shoot her with it. Walking down the hallway, her heels clicking along the cold floor, she stopped by the door, hearing some form of music as she could help but poke her head in, just for a second.]

[100deaths_a_day]

[When she pokes her head in, he looks up, but carries on playing - it's Metallica, why the hell would he stop - fingers instinctively knowing where the notes are as if he'd been playing it for years.]

Hey.

[ursokinky]

[Catherine soon came further into the room, her ears listening to the various notes that were being play. Although she didn't know much about music, or even the song for that matter, she still listened none the less, her hips swaying from side to side as she did.]

Hey. What are you playing?

[100deaths_a_day]

[...He had a moment there where he was going to have a moment where... he was just speechless that someone didn't know Metallica. Then he remembered the other worlds thing, and he's putting it completely down to that.]

Master of Puppets by Metallica. They're the best band from where I come from. pause, then he allows] One of the best.

[was_a_hunter]

[Tilting her head curiously as she hears music, she silently follows the sound. She'd heard the piano being played, as well as a few other instruments...but never a cello.

Peeking in, she smiles to herself as she sees Dean...well, you learn something new everyday. Leaning against the door frame, she just watches quietly. If this was the result of a power swap...at least it was better than what she got.]

[100deaths_a_day]

[...His mom. Now he's the first one he's actually felt embarrassed about playing in front of. The music stops as soon as he notices her there, and rubs at the back of his head, bow still in hand.]

Looks like I drew a short straw, huh?

[was_a_hunter]

Please, don't stop.

[Stepping into the room, she sat in a nearby chair.] You could have always gotten one of the worse talents, be thankful it's just an instrument. I apparently have to worry about burning the manor down.

[100deaths_a_day]

[He pauses, and starts playing again. A different song this time, though.]

You got someone's fire? [In other circumstances, it might be a little more awesome. But.] ...That does kinda suck. What did you lose?