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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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[Anger is seeping in, the young idiot of a fae neglecting to drain the magic from his voice as the bitterness taints each syllable.
Jamming in sensations of discomfort over the airways, more of an instinctive method of protection than anything else]
I made a mistake, a guy can't make a mistake?
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Whatever. Teach me to watch shit here.
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[Oh no wait he was.
Shit.
There's a deep, shuddering breath, clacking as sharp teeth rattle and clatter in his mouth-]
I wasn't tryin' ta hurt no one!
strikes = deleted text forever, ha
especially when you dredge up all of these feelings god what the hell did I do to everyonGet your shit together.
w-weh
NO YOU!
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I HAVE my shit together, idiot
or this entire apartment would be trashed by now
do you have any
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I had shit all nice an' together until this whole stuff got out, I was only singin' fer one guy!
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end up ruing your friendships andYou know what? I'm done with this.
Have fun not caring about what you did.
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I didn't say I didn't care!
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