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Guild Commander Illyana Ackermann ([personal profile] arrowroot) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2020-02-23 11:24 pm

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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.]
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[personal profile] irondaddy 2020-03-09 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
( Yes, that it is. Even James had never been pressured to have a family. He's wondered sometimes if he missed his chance, or if he's missing out on some aspect of life most seemed to still manage, huntsmen and soldiers alike— but being here almost seemed like fate's funny response to all his pondering.

Her giggles are a decade younger and make him feel just the same when he's scooped her up for a twirl of an embrace, setting her back down to sway and letting her go as she baps at his arm nearly as excitedly. )


Hm?

( All right, you have his attention. )
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[personal profile] irondaddy 2020-03-15 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
( What she ends up producing is, in fact, a very strange looking vial. Why the metal reinforcement? Why is it so.... bright? It reminds him of the sap from Forever Falls, actually.

She holds it out to him and he'll take it, examining the bottle for a moment and glancing back up to her. )


I do. Blood whiskey, right? Is that what this is?

( He'll pop the top open and have a careful sniff, and it probably about burns his nose hairs right out his nostrils, brows furrowing, but.

But he's no coward!!!! Though his sip is a tentative one, he does take a small swallow, feeling the burn harsh down his throat and tongue aflame, heat burning through him and like to be enough to raise the hairs over what's left of his body.

Potent. Very potent. He sucks in a deep breath and eases it out, but otherwise... )


I see why your comparisons fell short.

( And then he has to shake his head, as if to clear it by flinging water from his ears like a dog, stoppering it back up to pass back. )

That is strong, you weren't kidding.