Isegrim/Marcine - gah two in a row
In which Marcine and Isegrim are CLASSY and go to the music hall.
CLASSY, I TELL YOU. Backlogged to uh... Saturday?
Walking rather jauntily, Isegrim tilted his hat back when he could no longer make out the entire music hall. Every time he visited it, its enormity impressed him. He supposed at heart he still was an easily awed country boy. He smiled to himself at the thought.
As he scanned the crowd, Marcine was, rather shockingly, absent. And she had always seemed like the type to arrive early, Isegrim thought.
Neither early nor late; no, Marcine prefered to be punctual. Waiting was such an idle task, after all. She supposed this was the music hall... she wasn't much for outings, other than those that were required. Like shopping, which she now did with Ciera...
She glanced around. Was that Isegrim, in the hat? You'd think that after living in the same place for years, it would be easy for them to recognise each other. No harm in getting closer to check, though!
He was usually so good at finding people in a crowd... A look of determination of his face, he scanned the area for Marcine's unmistakable blonde head. Perhaps he should've made a sign.
Man in the hat was looking around too. "Isegrim?" she called, over the sea of people. She was naturally tall, and well, the heels probably only helped that. And if it wasn't him... well hahahaha oh well! It seemed unlikely that he would be late, though.
"Marcine?" he called back, snapping his head in the direction he suspected the voice was coming from He couldn't recall ever seeing the music hall this crowded. Isegrim finally spotted her, feelinf quite embarrassed that it had taken him so long. She was, afterall, now over six feet tall. Hurrying over to her, he grinned sheepishly. "I suppose I should not understimate the drawing power of the symphony again."
Ha. She was right. Victory! It felt odd being so tall, though, regardless of how much it helped. "Do you come here often?" Hell, she hadn't truly been aware that the music hall existed prior to this. She didn't get out much. Wasn't that what she was here for, though? 'Loosening up?'
"I wouldn't say often, no. More like from time to time. I find a trip to the music hall makes for a relaxing evening," he explained brightly. "Are you a fan of music?" That, upon review, was a stupid question. Who wasn't a 'fan' of music? Well, perhaps Marcine wouldn't give it a second thought.
"I have never been..." Pause. "A fan? I suppose. Though. It is rare for there to be much of it." A nice change! So far, coming out with Isegrim looked like it was going to be a Good Thing! A welcome change, really, from the everything else going on today.
"Shall we?"
With a slight bow, he offered Marcine his arm. "I know exactly what you mean. I have often thought a piano would be a nice addition to the cathedral. Though, perhaps an organ would be more fitting."
Marcine paused, then took his arm slowly. The whole action was fairly stiff. She'd never been much for the 'touching' bit, it was all a litle awkward... "Yes. But. Would anyone know how to play it?" Some of the Guardians and Oracles were singers, yes, but that didn't require extensive practise on an instrument.
"Well? No one I know of. Badly..." he gave a cheery smile. "My father tried to teach me when I was young. I was never very good. Clumsy fingers." She seemed a bit uncomfortable. Isegrim reminded himself to give Marcine her space from now on. "Our seats are rather far back, I'm afraid."
"So. You won't be playing in the music hall anytime soon." It was a joke! ... A bad one! Hey she was bad at this okay? "Well. The sound carries. Right?" The only advantage of closer seats would be volume, or something like that. Maybe less distortion, based on where they were. Not that she'd know the difference!
"Ah, no, sadly. Though I have always harbored a secret ambition to conduct. They always manage to look so serious and comical at the same time." He chuckled lightly as he cleared the steps quickly. "If you look up you'll see quite a few strange looking carpet-covered domes. Those are there to ensure the sound carries. It's really quite ingeniously designed. Here we are." Isegrim motioned for Marcine to sit first. "Unless of course you would prefer the aisle." Tonight, he was now sure, would be an excellent evening for the both of them.
She took the seat offered, looking up as she did so. Strange how these things were built. Where did people get their ideas for these things? Uh. Oh right conversation! "Conducting." Marcine got a mental image of the other conducting. And smiled. "A shame you don't have a chance to try."
Isegrim laughed once more and sat beside her, flipping his tails out as he did so. "Perhaps our conductor will suddenly fall ill and they will have no choice but to ask if a member of the audience has any experience." Marcine was... smiling? It was an odd thought to think that he had known the woman for quite a while and the sight was still new to him. "I would, of course, defer the offer to you before accepting it myself."
Her smile grew a little broader. "I am afraid I do not know the..." pause! "... intricacies of music well enough to do such a task." She glanced over at him. He really wasn't that bad to be around, though she wasn't entirely sure why she expected otherwise. "I am afraid that the honour would fall to you."
"Too kind, too kind. And modest, as well. I would graciously expect, rush down to the pit, raise that little wand of sorts into the ready and... thrash around mindlessly." It made for anentertaining mental picture, Isegrim had to admit. "Or perhaps I would simply sit her and enjoy the show. I have, quite honestly, never had such pleasant company to enjoy it with." And that was true, not only because he had only gone to the symphony alone.
An entertaining mental picture indeed! And it fit him so well. Marcine leaned back, relaxing. "I am glad to be of service," she murmured, and, "It seems as though it is beginning to start up." An educated guess more than actual knowledge, really! The musicians all seemed ready, though.
The lights were in fact dimming as Isegrim too sat back. He wondered if he should explain what was being performed that evening. The conductor would probably announce and he didn't want to seem too full of himself, so Isegrim remained quiet and smiled slightly in anticipation.
~ WATCH OUT IT'S A TIMESKIP :O) \ ~
Marcine was still leaning back, hands in her lap, eyes closed; the thing seemed like it was over. They'd stopped, at least. She opened her eyes, blinked. How long had they been there, anyway? It was so easy to lose track of the time, especially with something like this. "Are we... done?"
Isegrim blinked a few times when the music ended, turned to Marcine and nodded. "Unfortunately." Though they were a rather backward people, he had to admit that Rune-Midgardians had a talent when it came to writing music. "Did you enjoy it?"
... Enjoy it? "I... Yes. I did." Kind of a strange question to ask, stranger to answer. Maybe she really did need to do this more often. She sat up straight, looking over at Isegrim now. "Then. Back to the cahtedral?" What a great way to take one's mind off things. Music hall. She'd keep it in mind.
"If you'd like," he said with a grin. It was still early in the evening but he supposed Marcine wasn't very used to going out. As a guardian should be, Isegrim thought. From what he had seen og her she was rather good at her job. He hoped that sometime she could help him to... tighten up a bit. Whatever that meant. "If it is in fact still standing, what with all the commotion lately."
She stood up slowly, stretching a bit. Wellll. "Yes. It would be a shame if it were destroyed in our absence." Unlikely, but you never knew what Lee was doing. Speaking of whom... well, not tonight. Too many other things happening for that to matter.
"And if it has been. We'll have a long night ahead of us. Rebuilding it." Cathedrals took time, y'see.
Isegrim looked over he shoulder as he began to make his way out of the music hall, talking all the while. "We shall have to appoint you the new oracle of... everything."
"Then. Would you be the only guardian?" What an amusing thought. she walked a bit stiffly at first, but it lessened as time went on: it was just a side-effect of sitting for so long, after all.
"You would be something of a guardian to yourself as well, I would expect," Isegrim responded, a thoughtful look on his face. Though they were joking, the idea behind him scared Isegrim a little. It seemed entirely possible that they could be taken unawares... Probable, even, in their current state.
"Ah. Yes. Previous training. But we would need your help as well." What a silly turn of conversation. Honestly, nothing was so wrong that they were endangered, not yet. They were all going to be in this for quite a while to go.
He forced a smile, though his stomach gave a rather unsettling lurch. Why did he always have to fret about averything like an old woman? " But of course. I am both an excellent source of moral support and decoy extraordinaire." In the distance, Isegrim spotted the tip of one of the spire's of the cathedral. Relief. "But it seems as though we won't have to rebuild the cathedral yet."
Decoy extraordinaire? "Such unique talents, Isegrim." Marcine also saw the spire, smiled a bit again. "Hopefully we never will. Such harm should not befall our country." Shouldn't didn't necessarily entail wouldn't, however. They were alright for today, though. Almost home.
"I'm sure you're right," he said with a grin. He hoped she was right...
"Of course." And with that, they had reached the gates, or something; you can only drag things out so far. I mean. Things only take so much time.
She stopped, turning towards Isegrim. "I..." Pause. Ummm. "Thank you for the..." ... the whatever it was. Uh. What was it?
"You're welcome," Isegrim answered cheerfully. He'd spare her the trouble of deciding on a fitting term for their evening. "I hope you'll join me some other time. None of the other guardians seem to have much of a liking for the symphony. The ones I've ask to join me, at least." They had been rather rude about it, actually. "They" being Lee. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Marcine."
... Whew. That worked! "Then. Tell me when you plan to go out again." It'd be nice, at least. And that was it! She nodded. "Enjoy yours as well, Isegrim."
With a nod and a smile, he headed for his quarters. I'll try to. I always do.
CLASSY, I TELL YOU. Backlogged to uh... Saturday?
Walking rather jauntily, Isegrim tilted his hat back when he could no longer make out the entire music hall. Every time he visited it, its enormity impressed him. He supposed at heart he still was an easily awed country boy. He smiled to himself at the thought.
As he scanned the crowd, Marcine was, rather shockingly, absent. And she had always seemed like the type to arrive early, Isegrim thought.
Neither early nor late; no, Marcine prefered to be punctual. Waiting was such an idle task, after all. She supposed this was the music hall... she wasn't much for outings, other than those that were required. Like shopping, which she now did with Ciera...
She glanced around. Was that Isegrim, in the hat? You'd think that after living in the same place for years, it would be easy for them to recognise each other. No harm in getting closer to check, though!
He was usually so good at finding people in a crowd... A look of determination of his face, he scanned the area for Marcine's unmistakable blonde head. Perhaps he should've made a sign.
Man in the hat was looking around too. "Isegrim?" she called, over the sea of people. She was naturally tall, and well, the heels probably only helped that. And if it wasn't him... well hahahaha oh well! It seemed unlikely that he would be late, though.
"Marcine?" he called back, snapping his head in the direction he suspected the voice was coming from He couldn't recall ever seeing the music hall this crowded. Isegrim finally spotted her, feelinf quite embarrassed that it had taken him so long. She was, afterall, now over six feet tall. Hurrying over to her, he grinned sheepishly. "I suppose I should not understimate the drawing power of the symphony again."
Ha. She was right. Victory! It felt odd being so tall, though, regardless of how much it helped. "Do you come here often?" Hell, she hadn't truly been aware that the music hall existed prior to this. She didn't get out much. Wasn't that what she was here for, though? 'Loosening up?'
"I wouldn't say often, no. More like from time to time. I find a trip to the music hall makes for a relaxing evening," he explained brightly. "Are you a fan of music?" That, upon review, was a stupid question. Who wasn't a 'fan' of music? Well, perhaps Marcine wouldn't give it a second thought.
"I have never been..." Pause. "A fan? I suppose. Though. It is rare for there to be much of it." A nice change! So far, coming out with Isegrim looked like it was going to be a Good Thing! A welcome change, really, from the everything else going on today.
"Shall we?"
With a slight bow, he offered Marcine his arm. "I know exactly what you mean. I have often thought a piano would be a nice addition to the cathedral. Though, perhaps an organ would be more fitting."
Marcine paused, then took his arm slowly. The whole action was fairly stiff. She'd never been much for the 'touching' bit, it was all a litle awkward... "Yes. But. Would anyone know how to play it?" Some of the Guardians and Oracles were singers, yes, but that didn't require extensive practise on an instrument.
"Well? No one I know of. Badly..." he gave a cheery smile. "My father tried to teach me when I was young. I was never very good. Clumsy fingers." She seemed a bit uncomfortable. Isegrim reminded himself to give Marcine her space from now on. "Our seats are rather far back, I'm afraid."
"So. You won't be playing in the music hall anytime soon." It was a joke! ... A bad one! Hey she was bad at this okay? "Well. The sound carries. Right?" The only advantage of closer seats would be volume, or something like that. Maybe less distortion, based on where they were. Not that she'd know the difference!
"Ah, no, sadly. Though I have always harbored a secret ambition to conduct. They always manage to look so serious and comical at the same time." He chuckled lightly as he cleared the steps quickly. "If you look up you'll see quite a few strange looking carpet-covered domes. Those are there to ensure the sound carries. It's really quite ingeniously designed. Here we are." Isegrim motioned for Marcine to sit first. "Unless of course you would prefer the aisle." Tonight, he was now sure, would be an excellent evening for the both of them.
She took the seat offered, looking up as she did so. Strange how these things were built. Where did people get their ideas for these things? Uh. Oh right conversation! "Conducting." Marcine got a mental image of the other conducting. And smiled. "A shame you don't have a chance to try."
Isegrim laughed once more and sat beside her, flipping his tails out as he did so. "Perhaps our conductor will suddenly fall ill and they will have no choice but to ask if a member of the audience has any experience." Marcine was... smiling? It was an odd thought to think that he had known the woman for quite a while and the sight was still new to him. "I would, of course, defer the offer to you before accepting it myself."
Her smile grew a little broader. "I am afraid I do not know the..." pause! "... intricacies of music well enough to do such a task." She glanced over at him. He really wasn't that bad to be around, though she wasn't entirely sure why she expected otherwise. "I am afraid that the honour would fall to you."
"Too kind, too kind. And modest, as well. I would graciously expect, rush down to the pit, raise that little wand of sorts into the ready and... thrash around mindlessly." It made for anentertaining mental picture, Isegrim had to admit. "Or perhaps I would simply sit her and enjoy the show. I have, quite honestly, never had such pleasant company to enjoy it with." And that was true, not only because he had only gone to the symphony alone.
An entertaining mental picture indeed! And it fit him so well. Marcine leaned back, relaxing. "I am glad to be of service," she murmured, and, "It seems as though it is beginning to start up." An educated guess more than actual knowledge, really! The musicians all seemed ready, though.
The lights were in fact dimming as Isegrim too sat back. He wondered if he should explain what was being performed that evening. The conductor would probably announce and he didn't want to seem too full of himself, so Isegrim remained quiet and smiled slightly in anticipation.
~ WATCH OUT IT'S A TIMESKIP :O) \ ~
Marcine was still leaning back, hands in her lap, eyes closed; the thing seemed like it was over. They'd stopped, at least. She opened her eyes, blinked. How long had they been there, anyway? It was so easy to lose track of the time, especially with something like this. "Are we... done?"
Isegrim blinked a few times when the music ended, turned to Marcine and nodded. "Unfortunately." Though they were a rather backward people, he had to admit that Rune-Midgardians had a talent when it came to writing music. "Did you enjoy it?"
... Enjoy it? "I... Yes. I did." Kind of a strange question to ask, stranger to answer. Maybe she really did need to do this more often. She sat up straight, looking over at Isegrim now. "Then. Back to the cahtedral?" What a great way to take one's mind off things. Music hall. She'd keep it in mind.
"If you'd like," he said with a grin. It was still early in the evening but he supposed Marcine wasn't very used to going out. As a guardian should be, Isegrim thought. From what he had seen og her she was rather good at her job. He hoped that sometime she could help him to... tighten up a bit. Whatever that meant. "If it is in fact still standing, what with all the commotion lately."
She stood up slowly, stretching a bit. Wellll. "Yes. It would be a shame if it were destroyed in our absence." Unlikely, but you never knew what Lee was doing. Speaking of whom... well, not tonight. Too many other things happening for that to matter.
"And if it has been. We'll have a long night ahead of us. Rebuilding it." Cathedrals took time, y'see.
Isegrim looked over he shoulder as he began to make his way out of the music hall, talking all the while. "We shall have to appoint you the new oracle of... everything."
"Then. Would you be the only guardian?" What an amusing thought. she walked a bit stiffly at first, but it lessened as time went on: it was just a side-effect of sitting for so long, after all.
"You would be something of a guardian to yourself as well, I would expect," Isegrim responded, a thoughtful look on his face. Though they were joking, the idea behind him scared Isegrim a little. It seemed entirely possible that they could be taken unawares... Probable, even, in their current state.
"Ah. Yes. Previous training. But we would need your help as well." What a silly turn of conversation. Honestly, nothing was so wrong that they were endangered, not yet. They were all going to be in this for quite a while to go.
He forced a smile, though his stomach gave a rather unsettling lurch. Why did he always have to fret about averything like an old woman? " But of course. I am both an excellent source of moral support and decoy extraordinaire." In the distance, Isegrim spotted the tip of one of the spire's of the cathedral. Relief. "But it seems as though we won't have to rebuild the cathedral yet."
Decoy extraordinaire? "Such unique talents, Isegrim." Marcine also saw the spire, smiled a bit again. "Hopefully we never will. Such harm should not befall our country." Shouldn't didn't necessarily entail wouldn't, however. They were alright for today, though. Almost home.
"I'm sure you're right," he said with a grin. He hoped she was right...
"Of course." And with that, they had reached the gates, or something; you can only drag things out so far. I mean. Things only take so much time.
She stopped, turning towards Isegrim. "I..." Pause. Ummm. "Thank you for the..." ... the whatever it was. Uh. What was it?
"You're welcome," Isegrim answered cheerfully. He'd spare her the trouble of deciding on a fitting term for their evening. "I hope you'll join me some other time. None of the other guardians seem to have much of a liking for the symphony. The ones I've ask to join me, at least." They had been rather rude about it, actually. "They" being Lee. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Marcine."
... Whew. That worked! "Then. Tell me when you plan to go out again." It'd be nice, at least. And that was it! She nodded. "Enjoy yours as well, Isegrim."
With a nod and a smile, he headed for his quarters. I'll try to. I always do.