#phantomoftheorchestra

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Catch the Magic || Clara & Dorian

@phantomoftheorchestra 

It wasn’t often Clara left Pyrite, but when flyers appeared advertising the conversion of the old Phenac Stadium into a Concert Hall, she knew she had to see the opening performance. Yvette had shown her some videos once of Pokemon Contests from Sinnoh. The displays had been dazzling. She could only imagine how much moreso they would be in person. 

So the day came, and she took the trip to Phenac--getting there a matter of finding a ride, Clara arrived a tad later than she would have liked, but she still was in the audience in time to see a man take the stage. 

He was silent except for the music that left his violin, and it seemed to cue his Pokemon to their movements. Like when she directed Espi, but so much more elaborate, shrouded as it was in darkness with the only illumination coming from the man’s Chandelure, all of them moving in tandem. 

Once it was over, the final thank yous were read out, and everyone was streaming out of the Stadium, Clara wandered her way out the back entrance. She was feeling a little starstruck, but she hadn’t seen where the performer had gone once it was done, and it wasn’t as though it would be easy to address him anyways. 

Well, she needed to figure out how to get home for the evening; she tried to ignore the spot of disappointment in her soul that she couldn’t go and tell the man what a wonder his work had been. Maybe someday she could perform like that. 

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Beauty From Pain - Superchick 

The lights go out all around meOne last candle to keep out the nightAnd then the darkness surrounds meI know I’m alive but I feel like I’ve diedAnd all that’s left is to accept that it’s overMy dreams ran like sand through the fists that I madeI try to keep warm but I just grow colderI feel like I’m slipping away

She was twelve. Caleb was already asleep. Her mother had her pack a suitcase. Her key to the apartment was taken away, and she was told not to come back. The door was locked and bolted behind her. 

Wandering Pyrite at night wasn’t an unusual thing, not even for children her age. But this was her first time. Eventually she made her way to the hotel in town, and stood there sniffling in the lobby, holding out the a handful of the few dollars she had. Her silent form elicited the concierge’s sympathy, and she was told there was a room she could have for free that night. Clara slept in the hotel for the first time that night. She would sleep there many more. 

That first night, though, she didn’t know what would come. She couldn’t go back home. She’d been told not to go back to school. She had her clothes and her cards and twenty dollars to her name. 

She was lost. And so she cried.

After all this has passed, I still will remainAfter I’ve cried my last, there’ll be beauty from painThough it won’t be today, someday I’ll hope againAnd there’ll be beauty from painYou will bring beauty from my pain

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13.

13. When faced with a tricky situation will your muse be proactive or passive? Will they, for instance, try to get involved when they’re not or will they try to get away when they are?

It’s a rare moment when Candice will simply sit aside and allow something bad to happen, unless she’s specifically been asked not to intervene. That being said, she’s usually capable of staying calm and logical in those sorts of situations, so she is able to make informed decisions about whether or not her help is needed and/or wanted.

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20. There wasn't that nice of me?

Hush you.

20. What does your muse think of secrets? Do they keep many or a few and what is their motivation to keep something secret? Have they ever been hurt by a secret someone else kept from them?

Secrets are an interesting one, as Michael himself tends to be quiet about much of his life. He still remembers when reporters were knocking down his door and following him at every turn, and he was not a fan of having his privacy dismantled. But in general, he tends to think of the big secrets--like Cipher’s leadership--and how they generally mean something awful. 

Basically he doesn’t see the point in keeping many, unless it’s to keep people off his back, but secretive facilities and organizations scream bad news to him. 

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✝ One of each fam ✝

I just wish I could do something, anything, to help the Type: Fulls. But I can barely even sneak past security to watch them anymore; how am I supposed to do anything to stop it?

Dad hasn’t come home yet. He isn’t...he isn’t coming home at all, is he?