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

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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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[info]fallen_star
2008-11-16 11:13 pm UTC (link)
“Oh! As would I!” Yvaine exclaimed. If he could play so well on a piano- of which she realized he had never played before this time- then he must be a true genius with a familiar instrument. The star woman could not recall ever having seen or ever having heard of an elf who was not musically inclined. Legolas was no exception.

“What stopped you from making it into a career?” Yvaine asked, her curiosity overwhelming any sense that she was snooping into the life of someone who might prefer she didn’t. The star woman knew only that she enjoyed learning of the lives of all others. She was the best of listeners, and her observational skills were impeccable.

Yvaine’s eyes lit up a little for an instant when Giselle decided she would like to hear the evening star sing after all. Uncertainty soon moved through her, though, dimming her glow. “Are you certain?” She remembered all too well the looks that had passed over the other’s faces, and she did not wish to see such looks again. However, the fair elf also urged her toward singing.

Her eyes moved toward Giselle as the woman dabbled about the instruments as Yvaine herself had done. She knew the red haired femme was uncertain about her instrumental abilities, and the star’s eyes sought a simple instrument with a pleasing sound. She happened upon the tambourine. Though it was percussion, it was nice if the person knew how to keep a good beat.

Lifting the instrument from the chair, she moved toward Giselle. “This might be a good instrument for you.” She demonstrated the proper way to hold it, and she showed the other woman how to use it by shaking it and possibly tapping it against her thigh in order to keep beat. “You might like to try it. It’s simple, but it’s pleasant, and it adds a little something that might otherwise be missing.” She offered the circular hand-held instrument to Giselle.

Her ears alerted her to the pleasant sound of a recorder, and she turned toward the elf as he spoke. “I would be delighted to accompany you.” She took only a moment to decide upon a song. “My sister heard this poem from a man she observed beneath us. She translated the words for me because my Portuguese has never been fantastic, and we made a song of it. I should like to sing this with you as well.”

She stood, there, and first she let out a soft note to allow the others to catch the pitch. Then she sang,

“The rose looks out in the valley
And thither will I go!
To the rosy vale where the nightingale
Sings his song of woe.
 
The virgin is on the river-side
Culling the lemons pale;
Thither,--yes! thither will I go
To the rosy vale where the nightingale
Sings his song of woe.
 
The fairest fruit her hand hath culled,
'Tis for her lover all,
Thither,--yes! thither will I go
To the rosy vale where the nightingale
Sings his song of woe.
 
In her hat of straw, for her gentle swain,
She has placed the lemons pale;
Thither,--yes! thither will I go
To the rosy vale where the nightingale
Sings his song of woe.”

Her glow was vibrant, but not so bright one could not look upon her person. This get-together truly made her feel wonderful, and being able to share her voice was magnificent.

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[info]seawinds
2008-11-17 06:55 am UTC (link)
Michiru looked away at the star woman's question, taking the moment to admire the curve of her violin. It was a fair question, and one she'd been asked before. Still, it was never an easy one to answer, even here where she didn't have to keep her senshi identity a secret. After all, Usagi and her friends had never really understood her reasons, even though they of all people should have.

"Fate had other things in store for me than becoming a musician" she said finally. "I had to be a warrior instead. Perhaps if this place hadn't snatched me away..." her voice trailed off. Then she shook her head slightly and smiled. "But that doesn't matter now does it? I would like to here you sing again Lady Yvaine."

She made a few small adjustments to the tuning of the violin as Legolas and Giselle found instruments. Not that the instrument needed adjusting, but it gave her something to do. While she was passable on the piano and could probably handle another string instrument, she felt no need to express herself on anything but her chosen instrument.

As the star woman started singing, Michiru found the melody and played a soft, simple counterpoint. The other woman's voice was so unearthly and beautiful, it would be a shame to complicate it with a more complex harmony.

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