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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]]
[ video ]
And definitely amused, going by that grin. ]
You realize that was a public blast, right?
[ WHELP. ]
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no wait hold on whut]
... Yer lyin'.
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Suuuper reassuring, and he knows it. ]
Maybe.
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There's a great deal of noise now, as the communicator is flipped down sharply and a whole lot of cursing starts taking place-]
Aw man I didn't even wear my good pants!
[Audio]
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUP THE FUCK UP!
[His voice cracks. He chokes on a sob and drops the phone. The phone clatters on the floor and small choked sobs are all Kani is going to hear.]
[Video]
But more importantly, the music is very nice. He applauds.]
Nice song!
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To Tannusen and only Tannusen. He couldn't very well rip out a scale and give it to everyone here.
Shit and it was a kid too.
Kani might not have been the best with kids, but... well]
I'm shuttin' up! I'm-
[His voice dialed itself down, softening and smoothing]
I'm quiet. I ain't singin', I'm done right now I swear.
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Kani had vanished off screen for a moment, only to pop back up again properly dressed, nice pants and a decent shirt and all, looking sullen and annoyed]
Yeah yeah it's a great song. Which button on this stupid phone does the private shit?
[Video]
It's a setting. You just make it private by selecting that.
[At least he explains it, but he's somewhat disappointed.]
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Anger.]
I hate you, you fucking idiot. What the hell were you thinking?! [Who knew a child could yell with that much venom in their words.]
Do you get some sick joy fucking with people's emotions like that?!
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There was a momentary grating, the noise once again carrying hints of another magically induced emotion.
Fear, jammed over the airways for a hot second before it was cut off, and the fairy took a moment to compose himself.
Kid.
It was a kid]
It wasn't fer anyone else ta hear, s'posed ta be private.
[A pause]
I didn't hit the right button.
[A longer pause]
.... I'm sorry, kiddo.
[Audio]
His parents never apologized. No one else ever apologizes when they do something to him. No one. Even Max doesn't apologize. Not really.]
Yeah well, you didn't. You didn't hit the right button and it wasn't private.
[A long pause.]
Oh like you really give a shit.
[He hangs up. This person doesn't care. No one cares. The hurt grows and he needs to find something to break and someone to make miserable. Just like he is.]
[ Text ] (( so people can't see his reaction ))
[Video]
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?"
perma voice
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[cough]
Kinda... if it was an emergency sorta... thing. Yanno.
perma text, unless indicated otherwise; strikes = deleted
Singing doesn't screw people upWhat were you trying to do?
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I want to stop feeling like this on top of Castor wanting to rip out of my skull and eat your face for making meWhatever. You don't have a fix, you don't have remorse, you don't have anything.
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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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[ USER HAS DISCONNECTED ]
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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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