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Michiru Kaioh (seawinds) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-26 10:25:00

Current music:	Orlean no Sei Senshi ~ Uranus to Neptune no Uragiri ~
Entry tags:	complete, day 20, giselle, legolas greenleaf, michiru kaioh, musical gathering, sailor neptune, yvaine

Who: Michiru, Giselle, Legolas, Yvaine
When: Early afternoon
What: Making music and meeting fellow musicians.
Where: Inside the theatre
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Status: Complete

Michiru had spent a good hour or so posting notes around the resort. She'd put one up in all the common rooms, plus one at the restaurant and the theatre itself. Hopefully everyone who would be interested would see them. She wasn't sure exactly how many fellow musicians there were here, or how many would come, but if there was one thing Michiru was sure of, it was of the ability of music to connect people. And right now, she was feeling a need to connect, after the ordeal of the kidnapping and everything.

She made sure to arrive at the theatre well before the time she'd posted to get things set up. She hadn't been sure about using the theatre; it seemed a bit too formal for the type of get-together she intended, but the acoustics were perfect, and there really wasn't any better space. So, she set about getting things set up. Several of the resort's ever present golems appeared to help, carrying out music stands and chairs. Michiru wasn't sure what kind of instruments people would be playing or needing, but she figured they could figure that out when they arrived. Two of the golems pushed a rather nice grand piano out on the stage, and Michiru felt a twinge of regret that she hadn't asked Haruka to come as well. But it wasn't fair for her to always be dragging the blond to these kind of things, and while she was quite an accomplished pianist, Haruka didn't share Michiru's deep love for music.

Satisfied that everything was set up as best as it could be, Michiru shooed the golems away and took out her violin. With practiced ease she tuned it and tucked it under her chin. She took a few minutes to just warm up, playing a few scales and easy exercises before she began playing in earnest. Just a slow, sad piece that fit her current mood. She hadn't gotten too far in before she saw the door open and someone come in.

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fallen_star
2008-10-28 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine had been a strange kind of chipper ever since that dreadful vampire had attacked her and Lord Vaako. She felt as if she had rescued them both in a way. Of course, the fact that Riddick had arrived fully armed and the fact that Vaako freed both himself and the evening star only to become armed as well helped dramatically. If they hadn’t been there, Lestat surely would have killed her for poisoning him with her blood, despite the fact that she’d had no idea the fluid that gave her life would disagree with him.

Her pride and her sinister joy at the fact that she had inadvertently gotten revenge for what that cretin had done to her was marred only by wariness that kept her on her toes. He could seek her out once he grew stronger, and he could kill her then. The golems- who Yvaine had thought were supposed to be the enforcers of the laws and the protectors from death- hadn’t come to the rescue of Vaako and Yvaine, so she could no longer trust that they would save her from a revenge-seeking Lestat.

In order to protect herself, she had begun traveling about in the daylight hours, no matter how difficult it was, and she had begun carrying a little knife in her boot. Three days of this had made it a little easier. She wasn’t as tired as she had been the first couple of days, but she was unhappy because she felt her purpose had been taken from her. Yvaine was an evening star who was meant to shine at night. The bright light of the Sun practically drowned out her own glowing. One could hardly tell she shimmered at all. No wonder the stars had never had anything to do with their father. He seemed selfishly bright in comparison to his daughters. He was probably too self-absorbed to care a lick about them. That must be why she and her sisters held their mother Moon in such favor.

When she happened upon a note written in a beautiful writing she only vaguely recalled from her observations from the sky, her mood drastically improved. The writing was gorgeous, and the note itself was elegant. A musical gathering… A pang of sadness waved over Yvaine at the thought of her sisters and all of the songs they had sung together. This would give her some joy, though. If one person had decided they wanted to gather all musicians and singers, then there should be more than just the two of them on the resort. This could be a wonderful get-together. Yvaine twinkled a bit brighter at the prospect, though her glow wasn’t as apparent due to the sunlight washing over her from a nearby window.

The time written on the notice told Yvaine that she was a little late, though not horribly so. Perhaps her tardiness would be forgiven in light of her voice, for she was fully aware that it was quite a good one from thirty million years of practice.

Yvaine entered the theatre just in time to hear an aqua haired female holding a violin describe her reason for coming up with the idea for the musical get-together. Her hair was not so strange compared to many things she had seen in Faerie, and it was especially tame in comparison to Tonks’ vibrant displays of hair colours.

Two other faces looked on her, and Yvaine was aware that they all seemed to know one another. The evening star was not familiar with either of them, but one looked to her as if he might be a very tall elf and another had a head of lovely red hair like some of her sisters, though not as shimmery. How fascinating this trio must be to all be musically gifted! She was practically bursting with curiosity, wanting to know much about each.

The light in the theatre was dimmer, for there were no windows apparent. This enabled Yvaine’s lovely glow- which had become brighter upon viewing the three very different looking people- to be seen rather well, despite the false lighting from the ceiling.

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