Kani Janis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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genessia2017-09-02 10:57 pm
brinewitch) wrote in genessia2017-09-02 10:57 pm
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Video | Failed lock to Tannusen
[Honest, swear! This was just supposed to be a private send. Really! No lying! He'd not even put in a ton of effort into making himself camera worthy today!
Which isn't saying much, the siren is usually more than just passably pretty whether or not he decides to dress up today. As it is today's outfit is literally just pajama pants. No hat, no vest or coat. Nothing but blue striped pajama pants, and the sound of water flowing in the back seems to suggest he's either got a tub running or this is somewhere outside.
Which, considering Kani, either could be true.]
Hey Chief! I know ya still got that scale I gave ya. I don't see ya hang out when I'm on stage though, that ain't no fair! I gave that thing to ya fer you to use.
Ya better respond ta this too, I ain't puttin' on real clothes ta find ya right now.
[He's too busy being lazy.]
Promise, it won't mess ya up chief.
[That's the grand extent of the warning as he clears his throat, and sweeps in to a song.
It's... different than the others.
No sir, no mere suggestion, not an idle tugging at ones thoughts. The song, for those lacking in the appropriate defenses, would drag their listener into them.
The emotions would be powerful, overwhelming and seem entirely organic. The feelings of love lost, of longing, of missed opportunities. The sensation of a chance that was fumbled and lost, never to be regained, an echoing hollowness that would never, ever be filled.
Feelings of intense love, of sweetest rapture and a near dreamlike sensation of delight all intermingled with that sadness, bitter sweet, tender and tragic...
Lingering powerfully after the last notes of the sing died away]
... Ya better thank me fer that, chief, I ain't used that voice in like a hunnered an' fifty years.
[[OOC: AS ALWAYS, Kani is a siren! If you want to have the music effect you, go nuts! Here is the permissions page with a short list of side effects for falling under the song spell, feel free to pick and choose]]
Which isn't saying much, the siren is usually more than just passably pretty whether or not he decides to dress up today. As it is today's outfit is literally just pajama pants. No hat, no vest or coat. Nothing but blue striped pajama pants, and the sound of water flowing in the back seems to suggest he's either got a tub running or this is somewhere outside.
Which, considering Kani, either could be true.]
Hey Chief! I know ya still got that scale I gave ya. I don't see ya hang out when I'm on stage though, that ain't no fair! I gave that thing to ya fer you to use.
Ya better respond ta this too, I ain't puttin' on real clothes ta find ya right now.
[He's too busy being lazy.]
Promise, it won't mess ya up chief.
[That's the grand extent of the warning as he clears his throat, and sweeps in to a song.
It's... different than the others.
No sir, no mere suggestion, not an idle tugging at ones thoughts. The song, for those lacking in the appropriate defenses, would drag their listener into them.
The emotions would be powerful, overwhelming and seem entirely organic. The feelings of love lost, of longing, of missed opportunities. The sensation of a chance that was fumbled and lost, never to be regained, an echoing hollowness that would never, ever be filled.
Feelings of intense love, of sweetest rapture and a near dreamlike sensation of delight all intermingled with that sadness, bitter sweet, tender and tragic...
Lingering powerfully after the last notes of the sing died away]
... Ya better thank me fer that, chief, I ain't used that voice in like a hunnered an' fifty years.
[[OOC: AS ALWAYS, Kani is a siren! If you want to have the music effect you, go nuts! Here is the permissions page with a short list of side effects for falling under the song spell, feel free to pick and choose]]
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Then comes the singing. Those feelings are very, very familiar. They always lingered, always burned, if only an ember. Love and loss were frequent facts of life in Genessia, and it never got much easier to deal with.
But they were all brought to the surface, then, like an iceberg putting its immense size onto the surface for all to see.
Ted wept like a schoolgirl until only physical exhaustion arrested him. He responds very faintly, after a while.]
"Why would you use that voice at all? To what end?"
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[cough]
Kinda... if it was an emergency sorta... thing. Yanno.
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[Ted would correct his memory were it not for his compromised state.]
You won't do it again, then?
[He's trying to sound stern, but there's a hint of desire there. Every moral, logical part of him is telling him to turn his back on something like that, yet he wouldn't mind hearing it again...]
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[Acceptance and, though he'd hate to admit it, disappointment too.]
A-All right, Kani, you're forgiven. Have a, uh, good afternoon.
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