#ismael 01

[ascarletflame]

@heclingmuzik

Being part of Big Dipper certainly had the Troupe Master excited. Not only were there so many associates of the arts, but he could get real instruments into his hands now! Even if they weren't his, it was nice to be able to practice – he'd not want to go getting rusty in anything, that would be a tragedy.

When Grimm steps into the building, he hears the soft sound of piano keys. It's one of his most favored instruments, yet he'd not often have the opportunity to play them. They were so huge, after all, and he was a traveler of the land. They brought many things with them, but a piano was simply out of the question.

He silently stops behind the girl playing, listening fondly as he waits for the song's ending.

“That is quite a beautiful melody, and you play it well,” Grimm compliments, looking over her shoulder, “For how long have you practiced the piano, my friend?”

[twohundredpower]

"Ismael, behind you!"

One after another, the Latchers continued to pursue the pair as they made their way across the Sky-Strewn Isles; ripping them apart to the best of their ability. Even if she didn't have abilities like his own, Ismael was still holding her own with ease-- but one of the monsters had tried to take advantage of her blindspot, launching at her from behind.

Twoishe responded to Lloyd's call in an instant however, leaping past the girl and unsheathing its swords to unleash a powerful attack. Lloyd followed suit, stabbing through the remaining bits of the creature as it promptly died at his feet.

He took a quick breath in, steadying himself before he turned back to his friend.

"Damn, these things are persistent! Are you okay?" as if still worried, Lloyd's little Spiramon quickly bounded over to the girl, jumping up onto her shoulder and barking in question.

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[eternalrecurrxnce]

With so many familiar faces popping up wherever he went, Richter was certain that he might eventually run into Aqua. The Centurion was never far from his side, after all; if he was pulled from Aselia, then surely there must have been a good chance that she was as well.. yet no matter how many times he spoke her name, she never returned his call. Could their connection have been severed somehow, in the same way that his powers were restricted beyond his control..?

“.. how irritating,” pinching the bridge of his nose, the man would sigh as he spoke to no one; choosing to take a break next to a pond in the forest. There seemed to be otherworldly creatures present in this place as well, so he figured she may have wandered this way to find something familiar.. yet his search would yet again lead to no avail. He was unable to wrap around how the ones who ran this place were capable of ripping such abilities from their users, feeling his agitation grow the more the thought plagued his mind-- which was perhaps what led him to snap somewhat abrasively when an unfamiliar voice called out to him.

“What do you want?”

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[firstclassrookie]

@heclingmuzik​ | An Uplifting Winter Fair

 Leon has stopped to check out a few of the shops... less because he’s interested, and more because he’s tired from climbing the stairs. But they do seem to have a lot of cool winter-themed things. It’s been a while since he’s been able to relax long enough to do any shopping. Maybe he’ll even buy something. He sees lots of things his friends back home might like, but he doesn’t often shop for himself.

“Oh, am I in the way?” he moves back so the girl next to him can get a better look at the shelves “Think I zoned out for a second there. Sorry if I was blocking your view.”

[ymtnikaido]

@heclingmuzik || starter!

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four...”

Yamato’s practiced without music before, at odd hours when he couldn’t sleep, but dancing without anything to dance too other than the music in his head will never be the same as dancing with music to back him up. It’s difficult, and there’s a part of his mind that knows there’s no way he can even begin to practice to their songs. IDOLiSH7 doesn’t exist here in this world, so neither does their music. It’s a lonely thought.

He does a turn, but with his mind as unfocused as it is, he ends up stumbling, so he stops, cursing under his breath. “Shit... Couldn’t they have let me keep even just one CD if they were going to drag me here...?”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. Complaining won’t get him anywhere, after all. All he can do is keep practicing. 

He’s about to start up again when, from the corner of his eyes, he notices he’s being watched. He thought he’d picked a pretty secluded spot, but maybe someone had heard him humming to himself.

“If you wanna watch, you can come closer. I don’t mind. It’s not gonna be a very good show, though, so, sorry about that.”

[rvnthiscity]

@heclingmuzik starter!

He’d been in this Spirale place for a while. Ichiro had found his brothers, and it felt like it was easier to breathe. Of course, he wasn’t gonna stop his trek to find a way back to Ikebukuro, but he felt a bit more at ease to be in this alternate world.

So, he found himself somewhat wandering the streets-- looking at the sights, taking in the scenery and what was here. He’d spent quite a bit of time in Archimedes, so he figured that he’d tackle a different ward today. This time, it was the Golden Ward. It was similar enough to Ikebukuro, with a weird mix of Shinjuku, he thinks. Shops, markets, the works...but it was still distinctly different enough to home to be jarring.

The fresh, fragrant smell of bread and baked goods was wafting in waves from a building as he passed, and Ichiro had to admit he felt a bit hungry as a result. He turned towards the smell, seeing that he was passing by a bakery. Well, he had some cash to spare, so it wouldn’t hurt to stop in, would it?

“Lovely Loaves, huh?” He mumbled to himself, stepping inside. It was a sweet little bakery. It was pretty cozy. Ichiro stepped in, taking a look around. The smell of fresh baked goods was even stronger in here.

He took a few steps up to the counter, nodding in the direction of the person behind it. “Hey, how’s it going?” Ichiro greeted, raising a hand in a wave.