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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Which is why, with the opening of the doors and the shaking that followed, the kraken showed his displeasure by swinging around tentacles viciously.
This is how he deals with most of his issues and it generally works.
Incoming tentacles, Ulala.
> Fight > Banjo
> SFC > Run
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...And then a sour note seems to ring out in the air (maybe just to him? How do krakens hear, anyway?), and there's a rumble of displeasure and then the tentacles are flailing again in fury.
RAWR.
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John Egbert takes the motherfucking banjo. He has a vague idea of how banjos work, mostly that rednecks play it so it shouldn't be that hard, and also he has to strum it and shit. He strums it.... to a recognizable tone. What he lacks in string instrument talent, he makes up for his beautiful singing voice.
"Somewhere beyond the sea,
somewhere waiting for me,
my lover stands on golden sands,
and watches the ships that go sailin'.
Somewhere beyond the sea,
she's there watching for me,
If I could fly like birds on high,
then straight to her arms,
I'd go sailin'.
It's far beyond the stars,
it's near beyond the moon,
I know beyond a doubt,
my heart will lead me there soon...A warm, night, beach breeze passes by while he plays. Hey, ( ... )
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Listening?
Yes indeed, the kraken is listening to the song John is playing. Unfortunately, the kraken is not much impressed by his beautiful singing voice, for of far greater interest is the instrumental talent--or lack thereof.
And suddenly, one more strum is one strum too many for this picky music critic, and he makes some sort of fishy grumbling noise, swinging his tentacles and causing a ruckus.
That's probably a kraken's equivalent of a boo.
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"Plus. A banjo? Dude, pipe organs are way better."
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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.
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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 was during one of his walks around town, eying the kraken yet not entirely bothering it, when he spotted the banjo...just leaning against a wall.
"A banjo." It's all he says, and to no one in particular. An eyebrow is arched, and he picks the instrument up. He'd read up on guitars and such earlier - was it way back when he'd visited the music shop with Kagome? - and it didn't take him very long to start carefully plucking out a tune, slowly at first.
The smile that crosses his lips, despite the cigarette, was also unintentional.
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Upon returning to that spot, however, she was almost surprised to find Ban just sitting there and playing it. With the Kraken having awoken once more, now seemed a rather inappropriate time to be sitting down and playing songs on a banjo.
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"I have been busy. Although the Kraken was asleep for some time, I have still been scouting the area in case it awoke once more. Apparently it has now."
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Selphie marvelled at the thing because, after all, it was really pretty.
"Hmm..Mr Kraken, maybe you need cheered up with some music!"
So, naturally, she has a go. Selphie's a mean thing with a guitar, and she's none too bad with a banjo either. She plays as sweetly as one can on a magical banjo, and hums along gently with it. It is all rather tuneful.
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And then the eyes snap open and the tentacles swipe at buildings and people alike and the kraken squeezes the bubble in fury.
Seems it didn't quite like that, huh?
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"Whatever, squidgy face! But this is good stuff!"
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