Music is his radar. [OPEN]

[hesgotsoul]

Characters: Soul and whoever wants to bump into him~
Location: Music stores all over the Shopping District, or in Holocaust Mall
Rating: G
Time: January 7, afternoon
Description: Music's a cool hobby to have, bro.

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[aiursfavoredson]

[Tassadar was out stretching his legs as he walked through the Shopping District. His towering form is easy to spot as he made his way down the street.]

[hesgotsoul]

[Oh, it's one of those really big alien guys...

Soul's slowing down, blinking at the Meister as the latter's coming his way. What was his name again.]

Tassadar... right?

[aiursfavoredson]

[His movements came to a stop when one of the humans slowed down in front of him. Hearing his name spoken, his softly glowing eyes fixated on the Shibusen Weapon. It took a moment to place the name to this one, and in the next moment, he inclined his head in greeting.]

Indeed. You are the one known as Soul.

[hesgotsoul]

[Whoa yeah he'll never get used to that talking in his head thing.]

Yeah. [Rubbing the back of his neck now, looking sheepish.] Uh. Nice to meet you properly, I guess.

[Holocaust Mall]

[incitative]

[Despite being in Death City for some time, the Mall was still a place Kiyomasa was not entirely comfortable. Though in essence it was no different from a cluster of street merchants, something about the sheer size and complexity of this thing calls a "mall" was daunting. Owari's Tiger was not usually a hesitant creature, never one to back down or admit defeat - and this circumstance was no different. Having been enlisted into the watch, it was expected that he learn his way around every part of this city. If his duty was to serve and protect, he should have an idea of his surroundings - even if the mall was large and confusing, muddling his senses at every turn.

And this brings us to Kiyomasa, standing outside of a record shop, inspecting the vinyl records in a box. He furrows his brow, examining the large, round discs, befuddled by what precisely their purpose could be... And what exactly "Bing Crosby" was and why this "White Christmas" was on 75% clearance.]

How unusual... What purpose would this weapon serve? [He murmurs to

[hesgotsoul]

[He was kind of content, for a moment, with just... watching you be confused. But then he couldn't help himself.

Soul may come to regret this later.]

...It's not a weapon.

[This guy must be one of those guests who came from like, the past.]

[incitative]

No? [Kiyomasa turns his head, looking curiously at the stranger.]

Then what could it be?

[There are so many of them here, it's practically an arsenal of these strange... Thin discs. How could they be anything but weapons?]

[hesgotsoul]

It's a record. When you stick them in a music player, you can listen to whatever music's been recorded on it.

/late

[timelessummoner]

[Raidou had never really listened to music when he was younger. Like many others from traditional families of his time, he had also been forbidden from listening to modern music, instead growing up with traditional koto and biwa. After moving to the Capital, he had found himself wanting to stop to listen whenever he passed by a restaurant or coffee house playing western bands, or when Narumi had turned on the radio; it had all been so very, very new.

That's why, after doing grocery shopping at the Holocaust Mall, Raidou lingers near a record store, thoughtful. Whatever they have here, in this age, is probably not what his family would have him listen to... But surely there is no harm? It is not as though he's expected to avoid ever hearing anything foreign...

What do people listen to nowadays, anyway?]

/later also XD

[hesgotsoul]

[Soul blinked when he saw the other boy standing outside of the store. Wasn't that one of the guys from the Agency?]

Need something?

[timelessummoner]

...Oh, Soul-san. Good day.

Not exactly... I was merely wondering about the music of this time period.

[hesgotsoul]

Lots of it is trashy.

[A music elitist, that is what Soul is.]

[16hitmagnum]

[ Flipping through CD rack to CD rack, Kagura's looking for a familiar sound. Something that roars with the true Edo spirit. Something that sings to her generation Something timeless. ]

Enka... enka...

[ Let it be known that Kagura sometimes has the taste of an old man. ]

[hesgotsoul]

What's Enka?

[Don't mind Soul, glancing over at you. He's never heard of it.]

[16hitmagnum]

You don't know what enka is?

[ /so much judgement ]

[hesgotsoul]

Nope. That's why I'm asking.