#gravedirt

[sleepycicada]

Gravedirt 🪦🦴

[elsewhereuniversity]

Gravedirt was a bassist.

He’d been playing for years before he got to Elsewhere, the instrument case a comfortable weight against his shoulders when he arrived, the blackened chrome tuning machines like eyes in the worn wood of the guitar’s headstock when he finally set it down. There is wear in the gold lacquer, patches where the wood of the body is bare. He’d had a hardcore punk band in high school that had drifted apart, dissolved like rice paper confetti falling into a river, and he’d felt himself be dissolved with it until he was here.

Gravedirt cut his hands open once, changing his strings for the first time in years. The new strings lashed out, snakelike, before he could snatch them and thread them through the body and the bridge, the entire instrument fighting his control like the creature it drew its name from. On the worn headstock, the model name burned. Mustang. It had bitten him as he’d urged it to make music, and he had to calm it, lay steady hands on the instrument’s neck and make adjustments until it was willing to work with him again. He’d always had to fight - first to get his ricketty, aching hands to move on the frets, and later, to keep the noise that swelled in his heart contained before it slipped away like water through the holes in a sieve, or radio static bleeding out onto the airwaves. This was just another battle.

He’d always felt that instruments had personalities. It was just a matter of winning their trust.

Gravedirt played the bass. It was more of an axe in his hands than in the colloquial sense, the thud-thud-thud like a heartbeat, like his own ticker thrumming to its steadfast rythm in his chest. The fair folk didn’t like that, didn’t like how he wielded his art like sword and shield, playing shows in armour at the edge of the forest, with the crashing, shrieking guitars that played tinnily from a busted-up ipod like a death-howl. Not even the Hunt disturbed him, even as he silenced the drumbeat of their hooves. Iron or copper or nickel or steel, the strings all played the same.

Gravedirt was a bassist before he was ever a knight. That came later. But everyone knew that that Gentry hated metal, in all its forms.

[poisonerspath]

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[lumber]

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[letzternachtzug]

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[patchgame]

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[sleepycicada]

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[sleepycicada]

Starclan guides him to burial sites so he can connect with the specific cat who has passed. they sometimes send him visions. rituals are very sacred to him. sometimes he steals the bones of the cats he loved most so he can always stay in contact with them. (if he loses the bones to a specific cat he must find the specific burial ground. unless he digs the cat up and snatches a bone, he will always have to keep coming back to that burial site.) random bones are also ways to meet new cats who have passed.