@requiemist was found in the chamomile district.
once upon a time-- joshua could hear music.
music of shibuya’s people, the orchestra of shibuya’s streets-- all of that had been his to control, each person an instrument that he had power to lead -- joshua’d been the almighty demigod of shibuya, aptly named composer. the after life had been his domain, the unseen music sheets his tools of the trade-- every person had had a music of their own, and shibuya had been his to control.
but now--
notes on a white expanse -- rings dead. five black lines stretch out empty, a lonely infinite pause-- his people, his home, is not in this foreign city, and he finds that his omnipotence has been rendered mute.
it’s frustrating. a part of him seems to be missing. a frown is the only sense of irritation you can sense from him, as he crosses his arms. it seems like not many of the people in here are from shibuya, at all. to be expected! after all, apparently they were on a star on a distant galaxy. his musical aura sensing seems to be gone, and it’s rather maddening.
what would joshua’s own musical aura be like? perhaps it would be overwhelming-- he was a god, after all. his vibes were said to be oppressing. mortals sometimes had trouble being around him -- the pressure he emanated was a deterrent. it’s odd to think about -- he was the one usually sensing music in others, that he’d never stopped to think about his own. would a god have an aura?
scared to be vulnerable. a bit prissy. sarcastic. currently more than a bit wary and annoyed, even if his tone doesn’t show it.
perhap’s it’d be a memey song. mm whatcha say. he was a dead man walking.
“You do know it’s generally seen as rude to wear sunglasses indoors. Is that a fashion statement?”
chin going to his hand, watching the man with his head tilted up-- jazzmine societea was where he was today. the slam poetry here was rather good.
