[Thread] Play On...

[nocturncoat]

Characters: Nocturne (AU!Demyx) and whoever happens to wander by.
Where: The Pond
When: During the transformation plot
Summary: Nocturne's gone to find somewhere to laugh at all the transformed types - and possibly make a stand if they decide to take offense to it. Little does he know...
Warnings: People randomly falling in love with Nocturne? (

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A short walk to get away from the apartment ended up becoming a stroll around the entirety of Econtra to see the havoc caused by the newest transformations. And, honestly? Anna had never seen that many variations of angel wings before. After having her fair share of well-concealed snickers, she settled on ending her walk at the pond. It was never crowded, well, usually anyway, and there were nice perches in the trees there.

Anna had finally reached her destination, and was pulling her long chestnut brown hair out of her eyes so she could climb up the tree with her usual ease, when something stopped her. She heard music... Someone singing.

She turned quickly to locate the source of the voice, and saw a blonde boy, only a few years older than her. He wasn't exactly bad looking, and his voice was entrancing. A smile spread it's way across her face and she sat down, with the intention of listening to the rest of his song.

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Nocturne looked up as he finished the song to see a girl watching him. "Oh, hi there. Don't think we've met. I'm Nocturne."

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Anna nodded and gave him a grin. "Anna. Nice ta meetcha, Nocturne-kun." She glanced at the instrument in his hand with interest and then back at him. "Don't think I've seen someone use an instrument like that before. What is it?"

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Nocturne grinned back. "Nice to meet you, too, Anna." He followed her gaze. "Oh, this? It's a sitar. Kind of like a guitar, only not really. I play it like a guitar a lot, but only because most of the songs I know aren't really written to be played on the sitar."

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Nocturne grinned. "Thanks!"

He paused. "Hey, haven't I heard your voice somewhere before? Over the communicators..." He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on it. "Selphie, right? You were planning a festival?"

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Nocturne nodded. "Yeah, of course! Though we might wanna wait until everybody's back to normal. It missed me this time, but not everyone was so lucky."

The coat didn't escape his notice. "... Do you always wear that? Or do you just not want people to see what you turned into?" Nocturne could be perceptive when he wanted to be - not that it was a hard conclusion to jump to.