@thedarksacrament
Cloud had wandered around about half of the Archimedes Ward by now, listening to all of the different musicians. Everyone seemed to have an entirely different idea of what music even was, let alone what should be used to celebrate for the first day of the festival.
At this point, he had the feeling he’d heard close to every music instrument that it was possible to make, maybe barring one or two with dark magical powers, or something. What he really hadn’t expected, though, was the raised platform full of people smashing into each other.
The music was something entirely different from anything else he’d heard, too. He didn’t have any way to describe the noises he was hearing, but it was loud enough that he could just about feel it in his bones.
The screaming up on the actual stage didn’t help, either. Who listened to this kind of thing?
he was about to turn away entirely and find somewhere a bit quieter, when he spotted a figure across the street, moving a little too slowly towards the pit of people... armed with a knife.
