Guild Commander Illyana Ackermann (
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[It's evening on the 23rd when this goes up, starting with the camera view being shifted around a bit before whoever is holding it settles it overlooking a quiet part of Greatmoon Groves. The sun is casting gold and red across the scene, reflecting off the flame-colored hair of the young woman who steps in front of it holding a green violin in one hand and bow in the other.
She doesn't bother with an immediate introduction, instead putting the bow to the strings and giving it a few testing notes before starting a somewhat melancholy but high energy song. She plays through to the end and lets the last note linger before letting out a breath of obvious nerves and returns to her communicator to pick it back up.
It takes a moment for her to adjust properly, being too close at first but eventually pulling away so she can give a proper wave and awkward smile, freckled cheeks tinted pink.]
Ah, hello Lunatia. I'm Illyana Ackermann. I arrived here last month, and...
[A pause, attempting to funnel some of her nervous energy into staying something coherent and not rambly.]
And I've been hearing amazing new music since I got here, so I wanted to try and play something. That is, I should say, new to me. I'm mostly used to tavern bands and talent guilds, and most human music in the Kryta region is more what you'd expect drunken soldiers to loudly sing along with. There's also Charr metal...
[Don't ask.
Or do.
She pauses and tucks some errant hairs back behind her ear, looking off into the distance.]
I didn't do so well when I first arrived here. I was upset and foolishly took it out on myself. Drinking too much, hangovers well into the night. Thought I was better off under blankets in the dark than trying to make the best of an unusual situation. I'm sure I'm not the first one to do something like that, or the last.
[Off screen she's idly running a finger up and down one of the strings, making a soft but inadvertently haunting noise.]
I've made some friends here somehow in spite of my best efforts to become an unwashed undesirable hermit, so I'm going to swallow my pride and actually put myself out there. Playing was always more of a hobby for me and came second to anything else that was going on in my life, but there's no time like the present I suppose to become more serious about it. It's not like I have much else to do here. I'm curious about whoever else might be interested in music here, or even interested in lessons. I play a few other instruments, though violin is my strongest skill.
Sorry this was so long, but thank you for listening if you stayed this long.
[... how does one end these things?
Another wave?
... okay, she's just going to awkwardly shut it off.
She'll be in the park probably until dark if anyone wants to find her there continuing to play on the bench she sat at.]
She doesn't bother with an immediate introduction, instead putting the bow to the strings and giving it a few testing notes before starting a somewhat melancholy but high energy song. She plays through to the end and lets the last note linger before letting out a breath of obvious nerves and returns to her communicator to pick it back up.
It takes a moment for her to adjust properly, being too close at first but eventually pulling away so she can give a proper wave and awkward smile, freckled cheeks tinted pink.]
Ah, hello Lunatia. I'm Illyana Ackermann. I arrived here last month, and...
[A pause, attempting to funnel some of her nervous energy into staying something coherent and not rambly.]
And I've been hearing amazing new music since I got here, so I wanted to try and play something. That is, I should say, new to me. I'm mostly used to tavern bands and talent guilds, and most human music in the Kryta region is more what you'd expect drunken soldiers to loudly sing along with. There's also Charr metal...
[Don't ask.
Or do.
She pauses and tucks some errant hairs back behind her ear, looking off into the distance.]
I didn't do so well when I first arrived here. I was upset and foolishly took it out on myself. Drinking too much, hangovers well into the night. Thought I was better off under blankets in the dark than trying to make the best of an unusual situation. I'm sure I'm not the first one to do something like that, or the last.
[Off screen she's idly running a finger up and down one of the strings, making a soft but inadvertently haunting noise.]
I've made some friends here somehow in spite of my best efforts to become an unwashed undesirable hermit, so I'm going to swallow my pride and actually put myself out there. Playing was always more of a hobby for me and came second to anything else that was going on in my life, but there's no time like the present I suppose to become more serious about it. It's not like I have much else to do here. I'm curious about whoever else might be interested in music here, or even interested in lessons. I play a few other instruments, though violin is my strongest skill.
Sorry this was so long, but thank you for listening if you stayed this long.
[... how does one end these things?
Another wave?
... okay, she's just going to awkwardly shut it off.
She'll be in the park probably until dark if anyone wants to find her there continuing to play on the bench she sat at.]
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I was wondering if I would ever get to hear you play. That was lovely.
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I want to say it was a major thing for me before everything. Not that I can remember, but...
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[She's seen it happen with the ghosts that linger in Tyria rather than moving on to the Mists, often driven by their last living moments.]
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The bardic magic... I can't imagine being me, such as it is, without it. But at the same time, it's not all I am and hasn't been for as long as I remember.
And just... I don't know. I don't like overthinking this part.
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With some of what's happened here and on the first world I was pulled to, I... don't want to ever see that place again.
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There's nothing left on that world for me.
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[Well.
This took a dark turn.
Ana isn't entirely sure what to say now. She usually has some suggestions, ideas on how she would move forward, but that gives her significant pause.]
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[Pidonus hasn't quite pieced together that she could kick the ass of most of the Queen of Lust's forces.]
So it's not just about taking control of my life here - but making sure I stay here on a permanent basis.
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[She's not an Asura. She doesn't have a grasp of the Eternal Alchemy, of how the Mists work and don't work.
It's frustrating.]
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[She trails off, grumbling inaudibly to herself.]
Damn it, Taimi would be able to help you without breaking a sweat, I'm sure of it.
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And this world's planar structure is probably different still.
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[Dessa is also likely losing some of her mental capabilities, but we're not going to tak about that.]
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[She wanted to help Pid but this was the best she could do.]
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I know that there's something like an Ethereal Plane here, since one of my powers specifically relies on that. That implies an Astral Plane. But the rest... No sure answer.
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