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I've always liked storms.
Everything about them. There is no logic to them. The quiet before we have no choice but to pay attention. There is all kinds of science, but even advanced human attempts to give anyone a heads up, to communicate, warn the population, their systems have widely failed. There are a great many, perhaps even you, that are afraid. Are there many like that here? I can understand that. But, I am here to help you beyond your concerns. Beyond what you are reading, about what might or might not be a powerful torrent. You out there, reading about this unstoppable inevitability. I find myself sometimes enduring a discomfort once in a while with the truly angry, sometimes bereft sound of Thor's hammer. A true force, a true construct of mother nature bent on what some would consider harm, perhaps a God's attempt at finding fun. If you look closely, you'll find the truth in the eye of a malevolent being turned benevolent in the centre of its all encompassing arms. Torrents of wind and power. The eye of the storm that welcomes you to where the wrath of these Gods are best seen. Gods though? Perhaps to some a Reaper. To you? There isn't any denying that. Death is a possibility in the worst of storms.

However, with common sense and with perseverance against Darwin's theory, at least to me, it means you can survive. You may hide under all your beds, you could do that if you want. Under all your blankets, but really if you're inside you're alright. Despite that a lot of you think you're not safe. Those outside, brave enough to stray from the warmth and comfort of your fears homes for necessities or for others, might I offer that even if it’s not raining or there aren’t clouds overhead, you’re not safe from lightning. There are more than seven hundred thousand people in this place and the statistics based in the USA of which a great many countries enjoy using their statistics. The games of numbers, pleasures for those out there so mathematically inclined.

I digress, but with your furthered education in mind, out of those listed statistics in a lifetime, one in three thousand will be hit by it. I imagine already that means a great amount of you will miss the big it: Lightning. You know, I'm in the favour of full disclosure, mostly after a lightning strike, life isn't a kinder of the two options. Why is it then that a lot of us are out in this? Is it a temptation? Are those full of fear more free? I don't think so. I think that the chances I see everyone taking are comforting. Braving their ultimate ending. I like to see bravery in the face of mortality.
Or maybe for you it's the sound? Why don't you tell me what it is I have to discuss if I am to change your mind about storms. Come then. To me we're all a brother or a sister here, aren't we? Struggling to survive and help a world around us thrive? I've detailed you small tidbits and the tippy top of my information on things that might go bump in the night for you to digest. Please, either ask so I may abate your fears or perhaps we can discuss them in greater length so I may understand your side. Respond as you wish.

((OOC: This is a bold-use-cipher. The key is located at that link. This is Beyond's permission post as well, I promise it's short as hell but very important that you at least read especially if you're going to reply in video. Thank you!))

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A song? My that was unintentional. Perhaps your song could cheer up some of those around here afraid of storms?

[ Oh, is this one shy? How adorable. He chuckles, but gives a pleased smile. ]

Ah, it writes back even as I speak! This is fascinating! Truly, the marvels of this world never cease to amaze.

[ He might be a little excitable. ]

Storms are nothing to fear, but I would be loathe to miss the opportunity to comfort anyone! Are you a scribe, perchance?

[[Yes... shy. That's it. Very, very shy. It's partly the reason, but not all of it. That over charming smile that B gets back is an interesting return to being given text. He'll take it, this pleases him and he types back swiftly.]]

I did like music, that was one of my few pleasures of early childhood and my early teens I'd think. I don't think I've had a song written based on something that I myself have done.

I wouldn't call myself a scribe, just a very learned individual. Someone extremely concerned for the misinformation of the people with lesser knowledge on the topics I know a little more about. Tell me, dear bard, how often do you write songs on a whim of inspiration?

[ Oh, this one is quick. They've picked up on him being a bard! He's delighted by the text as he reads and claps his hands together. ]

As often as I breathe, I'd like to say! A world without good melodies to delight the heart would be a sad one, wouldn't you think?

[ He looks thoughtful, then. ]

So you're a scholar. You've a terribly long road ahead of you then, friend! But you'll find open minds willing to learn if you're not unkind about their own knowledge! Though I must ask, friend— why hide your song in the middle of a grand tale? Is this a common practice where you hail from? Is your world much like this one?

[[He meant it more in conversational name tag, but finding that out for certainly would be an interesting revelation.]]

The world is already sad enough. There doesn't need to be more, there are so many other things to do in it. So much to explore. Faces that can smile freely like yours are so rare.

A scholar is good enough, apt enough. I don't have an unkind bone in my body. Not one single one. However, you've misunderstood me again. You're reading into things that just simply aren't there. I'm here to talk about the weather. Do you really see a hidden message?

[[God he hopes so.]]

[ He's a simple man, really. So he isn't quite so suspicious where it comes to interacting with new people- he's also surrounded by an extremely eccentric bunch, after all. ]

Not an unkind bone, and a silver tongue. I suppose recognizing that in yourself is a kindness to yourself as well, friend.

[ Far be it for him to judge. Though the next question makes him beam. ]

Would it be so strange, if I did? We're always looking for meanings where they can't be found, aren't we? I just happened to see a song in your tale, is all. I especially like that one line in there. "I am Beyond." Ah, the images that creates in mine own mind...

[ He gestures with a hand, as though describing something out of reach. ]

Almost like the tales of the Ruby Princess, so far out of reach- or the Sylphs... your words seem ethereal, friend. I could read them all day, and find much to enjoy. Is your world as magical as this one, then?

[[This man is all too kind a soul to be around someone like the person on the other end of his communicator. If Beyond had any soul left, he wouldn't do what he's doing. However. Friend?]]

Compliments that are, assuredly, appreciated and echoed in kind. As I want to be certain and I'm used to a more literal way of speaking: Friend? Are we friends then? I haven't had a friend in many years.

No. It wouldn't be strange. You seem like a very straight forward person in the most welcome of ways. I didn't realize, but reading back I can see what you mean. You have a keen eye and what sounds like even more interesting stories. I wouldn't call my world magical. Monotonous in a great many ways, the same of more unless you find a way to break free of the box that you're neatly packed in to. I enjoy the images you conjure much more, Mister...?

[[He asks the name of this friendly shape without asking directly.]]

[ Giving the device a flourish and a bow, he smiles as he moves a hand to his chest. ]

You may call me Klair, The Dragonsong. A bard, as you said— and a craftsman. And who might I have the pleasure of enjoying this conversation with?

[ Nothing dishonest there- he probably hasn't lied a day in his life, and this place is just fascinating him more and more. To think people could speak with a person sending just text in a matter of moments! And as he speaks back to it, too. Truly, the magic in this place is beyond his understanding. And he does seem to be intrigued by this scholar- not realizing he has his "name" already. ]

[[Luckily for this man, he doesn't have to see Beyond smile. It's been described as seeing the smile of a God of Death and ain't no one got time for that. Despite it, however, he's enjoying this little curtain call-esque moment.]]

Klair The Dragonsong. That sounds fantastical and I like it, Klair. I'm called Rue Ryuzaki by most and I'm far from something as mystical sounding. Dragonsong sounds so strong. Why Dragonsong?

[ That gets an airy laugh out of him- unsuspecting, undoubtedly accepting of the information he's being given. ]

Rue.... Ryuzaki. What a pretty name. It sounds Hingan- though I suppose that would make no sense to you, would it.

[ A sheepish grin, before his expression brightens. ]

A Dragonsong is a the call of the greatwyrms- great dragons who could summon their horde with but a single melody of their summon. It seemed fitting for a bard, to channel that power into his songs and summon an audience willing to listen to his melodies, wouldn't you agree?

[ He doesn't want to say anything more on the subject- it's fantastic enough of a tale, and he'd rather not invoke anyone's ire. ]

I could regale you with the tales of the dreadwyrm Nidhogg, or the great Hraesvelgr with his sorrowful love. Or the betrayal of their sister, Ratatoskr, should you only wish it.

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[[Pretty? ~~Senpai noticed him.~~ That's definitely not something he's heard before. He's heard many less compliments than he had heard just now and in fact, this is his first compliment on his name. How refreshing.]]

I don't know about pretty, nor about Hingan. No, it doesn't make sense to me, but I'm glad to learn it. Or about it.

[[The grin is interesting to study and Beyond tries to emulate it to understand it a little better, thankfully again under the guise and secrecy of text.]]

I would agree, with the utmost of confidence. Imagine being able to simply snap your fingers and have the world at your fingertips in a way that shows your strength and the support of others. It almost sounds an impossible feat if I didn't believe you. However, you have no reason to lie to me.

I'm a great many things, Klair and one of those things is incredibly ready to hear any story you would have to tell me. I enjoy things passed down, folk lore or even just stories in general. One day I will tell you the story of a student who is also a magician, my favourite one, the story entitled Akazukin Chacha in return.

[ What a strange fellow, whoever he is. He spends some time reading the text, before he lets out the lightest chuckle. ]

I'd be grateful to hear of it. I shall have to fill my time in this strange world somehow, after all.

Though... a dragonsong is only as good as the one using it. In the heart of a dreadwyrm, it can become a most callous thing, stripping their horde of their will and forcing them under their command. A dragonsong with kind intent will rally, and encourage. That is the kind of power I'd hope to share with my melodies, Rue Ryuzaki.

[ His expression seems to look sad for a moment, though. ]

Have you arrived alone here, then?

You won't regret it. It just so happens to be my favourite. If we are lucky I will be able to find it here and since I doubt that you read in my native language, I will be glad to translate it here where we all seem to type and understand in a common tongue.

Ah... I think, successfully you have.

In a way. I was hoping that someone would recognize my speech patterns and discern that it was me by my user name and my very lax and open terms using my name on this network. But then again, if I'm lucky then I am alone. I suppose it's how you look at it in the end.

If it brings you such delight, then I wish to hear of it even more. Though I do hope you won't be alone too long. 'twould be a shame to have such a pleasant presence be on their own for too long.

[ His smile grows warmer, as he watches the screen as though looking at him through the text- he can't, but he has an imagination. ]

But I suppose that is where I come in. I will just have to take up your time so you do not become company to loneliness. She is quite the bitter companion, so I hear!

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