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First Concert - [video/action around Genessia City]
[ It's not the first time he's woken up somewhere he thought he shouldn't be, but it is the first time he was just left alone to walk around freely. Weirdly enough, that makes it more disorienting than the other time. His eye doesn't hurt and it should, it hasn't stopped for years... but there's nothing. There is absolutely nothing other than what feels like freedom and then again isn't. It's a farce, a mockery. 'You are free, you are safe' is what this place seems to want to tell him, yet he's trapped. It's dishonest and disgusting.
Also large unfamiliar in terms of get-up and technology, which is just another distractor. Kohaku feels out of place walking the streets and it makes him feel on edge. He keeps walking for hours just to avoid sitting and thinking, but soon enough has to acknowledge that there is nowhere he has to go. Nobody is here with him to boss him around and in a world seemingly without zombies, an anti-zombie musician is out of a job. He's been tossed away from everything he loathed but also everything that gave him purpose. It's that wretched feeling of aimlessness that finally gets him to pick up his videophone and fiddle with the commands until he gets it. It's dark out when he makes his broadcast, just to be doing something other than shoving around people on sidewalks. ]
So this is it then? Settling down in a nice little utopia pretending it's not a prison? This place gives me the creeps.
[ And now he's talking to... some thing. He regrets it instantly, feeling only like he's already adapting. He makes a disgusted 'ugh'-noise and goes to plant his hand over the camera and shut off the video without any real goodbye. Arriving in style? Going great. Yeah no.
Sitting on a wall in Garden Park, violin case by his side, and plays with a knife absentmindedly. He imagined it'd feel better to get away from the orchestra. It doesn't. ]
Also large unfamiliar in terms of get-up and technology, which is just another distractor. Kohaku feels out of place walking the streets and it makes him feel on edge. He keeps walking for hours just to avoid sitting and thinking, but soon enough has to acknowledge that there is nowhere he has to go. Nobody is here with him to boss him around and in a world seemingly without zombies, an anti-zombie musician is out of a job. He's been tossed away from everything he loathed but also everything that gave him purpose. It's that wretched feeling of aimlessness that finally gets him to pick up his videophone and fiddle with the commands until he gets it. It's dark out when he makes his broadcast, just to be doing something other than shoving around people on sidewalks. ]
So this is it then? Settling down in a nice little utopia pretending it's not a prison? This place gives me the creeps.
[ And now he's talking to... some thing. He regrets it instantly, feeling only like he's already adapting. He makes a disgusted 'ugh'-noise and goes to plant his hand over the camera and shut off the video without any real goodbye. Arriving in style? Going great. Yeah no.
Sitting on a wall in Garden Park, violin case by his side, and plays with a knife absentmindedly. He imagined it'd feel better to get away from the orchestra. It doesn't. ]
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Nope, looks like a violin case to me!
[He smiles cheerfully.]
I've been wondering if other musicians existed around here! Hey do you know obscure instruments?
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I would hope so? Never played anything but violin but I know my shit with music in general.
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[Demyx smiles and summons a very large sitar. Certainly, it's his weapon, but more importantly it's how he expresses himself through music.]
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Pleasure to meet you. [ Directed at the instrument - he would not go along with this with other objects, but instruments. Music. ]
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First person not to ask me what it is.
[It's in his hands, he's already playing a pleasant tune. He knows how to play his sitar like the back of his hand.]
I've been playing a lot here, for fun.
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Just for fun, huh? Never thought about doing it for a living?
[ Kohaku's been doing that literally his entire life. ]
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[He grins and strums a little more.]
But I play every chance I get.
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[ He might give one back, even. ]
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[Demyx grins. He thinks for but a moment, hopefully Kohaku won't mind a classical piece, naturally one he rearranged for his sitar. He chooses ironically Chopin's Nocturne , more intentional than anything. He isn't the Melodious Nocturne for no reason.]
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Huh... Not bad, at least.
[ .... yeah, sorry for the enthusiasm here. Not being torn apart is a good thing though. ]
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Glad you enjoyed it!
*crawls out of hole* the delay on this tag is unreal, i'm sorry...
[ He contemplates for a moment, relistening in his mind. He's kind of considering picking that one up himself someday. ]
Are there a lot of music types around here?
I'll forgive you! ^^
[Demyx smiles and at the question he arches his eyebrow.]
I'm not sure about that. I haven't really met any, although lots of people who said they liked my music, no one else has said they play anything. Everyone asks me what my sitar is, so either their worlds don't have them or they are obscure there too.
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[ Living the music nerd life though... ]
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[Two music nerds in one place...]