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H e r m i o n e
25 May 2013 @ 06:15 am
Confundo [Video]  
[Hermione stares at her recorder as if she doesn't quite know what it is. In the background, someone is singing a song. She turns towards the sound, her eyes looking...glassy.]

All that is gold is rusting
No one will know
When seasons cease to change and:
How far we've gone
How far we're going
It's the here and the now
And the love for the sound
Of the moments that keep us moving

Waves crash along
The battered, lonely lighthouse
Tomorrow she's gone
And if not, someday somehow
Are these hands a waste
Well this side of mortality is
Scaring me to death
To death

Don't think about it at all
Just keep your head low
And don't think about it all

Soldier on, soldier on
Keep your heart close to the ground
Soldier on, soldier on, keep your heart
Close to the ground


[Her lips move with the words and suddenly she is on her feet. Absently, she picks up her communicator and glances at it again. She looks even more perplexed and distracted this time.]

...I can't... [The words are barely audible, but there is a clear plead for help in her eyes. There is a strange Magic at work and she can feel it. Oh yes, she can feel it in every inch of her body.

And there's nothing she can do about it.]
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Princess Rosella of Daventry
25 May 2013 @ 02:42 pm
Quest 321  
[Open Action]

[It's not unusual to find Rosella out by the lake in Xanadu; over the years, she's frequented it countless times in every season. It's peaceful there, and shady, and generally quiet, and sometimes her lake monster will even sing for her if he's in the mood (pun intended) and she's lucky enough to hear him.

And in some fashion, that is what's brought her out here today--though if there's music, it's distant enough that only she seems to hear it, and she doesn't seem particularly contented as she plays audience from her perch on a large rock near the shore.

Occasionally, she moves; sometimes, once or twice, she even stands up--eyes fixed on the water, hair loose and blowing in the breeze. But whenever she does, she lingers still like a puppet for a moment, and then sits abruptly back down again, almost rigid in the way she perches.

In waves, it goes in and out--sometimes she's up, sometimes she's not. But she's doing a fair job of keeping herself to that rock, it seems. Which is likely a blessing, when the alternative seems to be to walk into the water in pursuit of the song that only she seems to hear.]
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First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair
25 May 2013 @ 07:21 pm
Wings [Nine] - Video  
[Zack has his ears plugged. He is waving his buster sword with fierce determination. The muscles of his arms are pulled taut as he makes one last swing and buries the sword into the dirt at his feet.

Don't worry, no one was harmed in the making of this practice session.]

I don't have anything against good music, but I like picking my favorites; not having them picked for me. [He points at the plugs in his ears.] Get yourself a pair and wait for midnight.

[With a charming wink, he picks up his sword and slips it back into place on his back.]

If anyone is feeling uneasy and would like some company, just ask for Zack.
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coyote_walking
25 May 2013 @ 08:44 pm
154 Howls: Avoiding the sirens  
Okay, I got tired of walking around with cotton stuffed in my ears to avoid whatever the heck is going on here. If you need me I'm working at home in my garage. Audio is turned off for obvious reason.
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Jem Carstairs
25 May 2013 @ 10:03 pm
[Video]  
[Jem appears on the network at sunset. He's in his room with his face turned towards the window. There is a smile on his face. He had originally been going to ask a question. What comes out instead is song and it's sung in Chinese, rather than English.]

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, my friends are half scattered there.
A ladle of unstrained wine ends the rest of my merriment, after tonight parting I wait for a chilly dream.
Beside the ancient path by the farewell pavillion, the bluish green of beautiful grasses stretches far into the sky.
Evening breezes sweep willow branches, broken tunes from bambo flute, sunset behind the silhouette of mountains.


[He bites his lip as it ends. With an effort he switches back to English.]

I am sorry, that was unintended. I was thinking of my friends at home. It sounds better played.

[Jem picks up his violin and with ease plays out the simple, sad melody.]
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