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 would be more than happy to teach! It's not a common instrument where I'm from but I think that's all the more reason people should learn to appreciate it.
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[ Well, here she really has nothing but time ... When she's not working. ]
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[ That is kind of funny, though. ]
I imagine it's probably easier to learn when you're younger, though.
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[ She is acknowledging that she is going to be awful at this until she practices more. ]
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If you feel like you need to practice elsewhere I don't mind you using my apartment.
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[She's imagining some sort of Asura type being, with large ears that would likely be terribly sensitive to sound.]
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[ No, Rin's not quite that funny looking. ]
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[Hello confused blink. What constitutes a demon in their world, and how exactly can one be half?]