OTA - Uncle Pinky - A wandering bard isn't barred from many places

[donovan_deegan]

This... was not where he was supposed to be. Story of his life, really, just usually it was intentional. Being here without Miranda was a little disconcerting, but Donovan was used to rolling with the punches. That's just how he rolls. When he isn't too busy rocking. Thankfully his axe came with him. After reading the pamphlet and looking everything over, he took stock. His Axe was still strapped to him and ready to rock, acoustic or electric should the Maestro appear. Shirt. Pants. Hot pink jacket, check check and check. He lifted his shirt and looked at his chest. Well... he'd miss his Kelsheen mark, being somewhere new. But that was fine, if there were any Orcs, he could fall back on his mastery of the Orcish tongue.

Alright then!

Putting on the necklace, tucking it under his shirt, and putting everything else he woke with in pockets, he set out and started exploring. The pink jacket was certainly eye catching and hard to ignore, and the black shirt under it only seemed to make it pop all the more. Thankfully for people's eyes, the guitar on his back covered a chunk of it. He checked out the university, and wandered around, mostly in that area. And rather than follow the guide to starter housing, when it started getting later he found a busy enough area in a park, and wrote up a sign with whatever he could find around that was clean.

"Uncle Pinky - Donovan Deegan - Professional Bard - will trade one performance for one night of comfortable shelter and good food."

Setting up the sign, he sat on a bench behind it, and started to play a slow low ballad, axe settled carefully in his lap. He might not have his wife or kids here, but he had his guitar, so he wasn't alone. The warm strings against his fingers was like the firm handshake of an old friend.


(Yes, his icons are from early series, Donovan is from after retirement, however.)

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[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx tended to wander about the city when he wasn't playing, and that day he was walking with his hands in his pockets. He found the university and made a face, why would anyone voluntarily study there?

The ballad caught his attention and he moved his wandering towards the sound. He didn't get too close, listening to whatever the bard was playing instead of asking for a performance because he wasn't in a position to meet his price, but when the song he was playing ended, Demyx did step forward to offer a tip.

After all, he knew how it was, it was how he was making his living.

"It's nice, uh your music." He smiled and held out the bill.

[donovan_deegan]

He blinked at the bill then grinned and took it. "Thanks. I like to practice when I can. Keeps me in the pink." He pulled at the lapels of his jacket as he grinned.

[melodiouspacifist]

He sure was wearing a bright pink jacket, unlike Demyx who was covered head to toe in black.

"Yeah, me too." Demyx smiled.

[donovan_deegan]

"Really? I would have guessed you had a black outlook on life," he teased. "So what kind of music do you play?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"No, that's not..." He waved his hand, it wasn't what he meant.

"Classical stuff mostly, and whatever comes to mind. Stuff I pick up."

[donovan_deegan]

He nodded and started to play something more classical. "I don't mind doing something more classical."

[melodiouspacifist]

"Ah, you don't have to!" Demyx said quickly.

"I liked what you were playing before."

[donovan_deegan]

He grinned. "Alright then." He flowed smoothly from the current song back into a ballad as if the two had always been the same song.

[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx smiled and gestured. "Do you mind if I listen for awhile?"

[donovan_deegan]

"I would enjoy company, and an audience. And I do take requests, if you are familiar with my work. I can also do anything from Oblivion Folder's repertoire, of course."

[melodiouspacifist]

"Thanks." He grinned and sat down next to him on the bench.

"And uh, no I don't know your work...or Oblivion Folder?"

[donovan_deegan]

"Huh. Really is a different world," he teased with a wink. "Alright, my son had a larger part in this one, but I think even an old man like me could hold my own...."

He stood. This song needed more than he could give, sitting. And started in on.... The Sword of Centuries.

[melodiouspacifist]

He listened quietly, smiling pleasantly as he watched. This mysterious pink stranger was pretty cool.

He snapped his fingers along with the beat, just because music had a way to move people like that.

[Video]

[youfool]

[Ted, another man who dresses too colorfully for his own good, frequents the park...frequently. His ears catch the lilting and he obediently wanders over, reading the sign as he listens.]

"Sounds reasonable! I've never seen you before; haven't gone through your funds too quickly, I hope. What do you call this one? And yourself, while you're at it."

(Not sure why this is video?)

[donovan_deegan]

"Haven't touched them yet, actually," [He said with a grin.] "I don't know enough yet to know the value of the money, but I know the value of my skills, and of food and shelter. Trading one for the other two gives me time to learn the currency so I don't get cheated, my friend."

"That song was called...Blue Angel," [he said softly, strumming the intro to it again.] "For a friend who saved my son's life, and gave his own to do it."

whoops~

[youfool]

[Wow! Talk about being candid. That's quite the intimate detail to share at first blush. Ted had an uncanny knack for unwittingly knowing such things, but never quite that fast. Combine that with the talk of financial scams, and Ted wondered if he wasn't in a confidence game.

Well, he'd indulge to the tune of seven bills. Maybe he'd get another one for it.]

Ah, well, I can help with one of those. Not the shelter, but the ah, food. One of the starving artists, then?

[He joked. A son, eh?]

I'm sorry to hear that. You look so young to have a son.

[He still didn't get a name! Confound this bard. Maybe it's because he hasn't his offered his own yet.]

Ah, pardon. I'm Ted.

No worries.

[donovan_deegan]

He smiled thanks for the bills and put them neatly away. That made him think they might be worth less than he had originally anticipated. He was glad now, of having done this. It was a great way to learn.

"It has been many years since I have been a starving artist. And thank you for the compliment, my wife and I actually have three sons already, each who has saved the world in his own way."

"I'm Donovan, Donovan Deegan," he said moving the guitar carefully to offer his hand for a shake.

Re: No worries.

[youfool]

"Hah, pleasure to meet you, Donovan. Irish? That's some salvific stock you've sired. So the Irish saved the world, eh?"

He laughed since both names shared the same root, he's sure: something about dark brown. Though he didn't detect much of that color in his new acquaintance.

[donovan_deegan]

"Nah, not Irish. I Rish I were, though." he grinned. "As to my sons, ask anyone, I've always known how to stock the deck."

[youfool]

Ted curled a grin, sputtering out a laugh.

"Ahuhuhha. Goodness, you're awful. My friend Sans would love you; you'd strike just his chord."

He'd make a little more small talk, then pose a more personal question.

"So were you really married, then? What was that like? Finding your lover, I mean. I've another in mind who's looking to make a beginning of journey you've already made."

[donovan_deegan]

"Sans? I find myself WITHOUT the knowledge of who that is...." Grin.

"Not was. Am. I'm married to the amazingly talented Miranda Deegan. As to what it was like to fall in love with her, to find her..." He leaned back and grinned a bit. "I could better tell the story if I knew the tale of the one you hope it will aid."

[youfool]

More tittering.

"Ah, he's a skeleton of a child's height. You'll know him when you calcium."

The war on the world's brain cells continues apace.

"Ah well, it begins like this. One man has lost his heart, and legend has it that nearness to the hearts of others will help him regain his own. He wants, but does not have. Another woman lost and found hers again, though she values it not. She has, but does not want. What she does want, however, is that man. The man, with no heart of his own, can't quite reciprocate. Thus, love may go unrequited. However, I believe that if they could be joined, each would fill the other's lack.

There's a beginning of it. A middle and an end is what I'm looking for; a happy one, mind."

a - really want Donovan to meet Sans, b - pretty sure I know who is being asked about...

[donovan_deegan]

He appreciated the joke. "Guess I should bone up on my undead humour if I want to make a killing with my jokes," he quipped.

He considered, then nodded. "What story works best then is one of family. Let me posit this story of the same two people. He who wishes to love and she who wishes the love of his adopt a child they can both care for, even if without his heart he cannot yet love the child fully. There are now two hearts reaching for him. Living together, through time, through hardships and joy, the three will grow closer, and from the closeness of the hearts of the woman and son can be reborn the heart of the man."

He smiled softly. "Add then this. Friendship. Let them fill that home with friendship and music and laughter and light. Let them host small parties where they have a chance to talk to everyone and invite only those that could some day be true friends of the heart. The joining of hearts through friendship merriment and hardship can be healing, even to those who have never lost their heart at all. But above all else is patience, and the agreement to work together towards this joined goal."

a - He'd like that too, b - ORLY

[youfool]

He appreciated that joke a little less for its ignominious implication.

"Ah, no, nothing necromantic about him! Make no bones about it!"

He finished with a slight nervous laugh. It's what he worried about at first too, but his fears were laid to rest in the way the undead aren't.

He looks to the ground, contemplative and humored. "Goodness, adoption? But they aren't even married! Indeed, I only meant to go so far as that. I don't believe they've even been on a first date. The situation's not nearly so desperate for such a desperate measure.

The second scenario is more feasible by far; a joint venture, then? Ah, but what mutual undertaking might they agree upon? Suppose I'll have to think on it. Well, if that's what you believe's best. Thank you, I'll take it to heart so that they might have theirs.

Oh, why not play a romantic song while we're at it? That might inspire further still. If you please."

B - Demyx and Larxene? (I also play Xion, so....)

[donovan_deegan]

Donovan laughed. "Alright, I was just ribbing you anyway. But one thing my family has learned is that it is not Necromancy that is inherently evil, it is what some chose to do with it that can be. Actually, we recently lost someone," he said softly, music becoming a bit wistful. "Quilt. A Necromantic golem my eldest son made to try and kill us, turned out he used parts from someone who was a fan of my work though, middle of combat, I left the poor guy in stitches. He became one of my family's closest friends, Quilt. And his bravery helped bring my boy back to us. Well, that and what he learned in Maltak about Balance."

"Children should never be a desperate measure, but having a child in any way shape or form out of a desire for love? Not everyone who raises a child together has to be romantically together. You can have someone's heart and love as a friend, and close enough friends can indeed raise a child. I don't see adoption as desperate, but as beautiful."

"As to what other tasks they could do together, I fear I don't know the people in question well enough to say. But so long as it is something with meaning to them both.... they have a good shot."

"Alright, that I can do," he said changing chords, and switching to a romantic ballad.