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melodiesoflife2016-10-13 04:39 pm
rialynn) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-10-13 04:39 pm
Triple Threat
WHO: Rialynn Kollmann, OPEN
WHAT: A bard's work is never done. There are dances to customize, a new house to move into, and the scariest holiday ever to completely avoid holy shit ghosts are scary you guys.
WHEN: October 1st - 18th (pick a day!)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
1. Moving Into House A-12
One might think that a bard who regularly went on long journeys and frequently suffered from wanderlust wouldn't really have much in the way of belongings to move from one place ot another.
One would be wrong.
Sure, her room had been sparse as far as personal decor went, when she first got dropped into this world. It had been a long time since Rialynn really had a permanent place to call her own. But once she realized that she could store things here...souvenirs, books, and so many instruments, her bedroom quickly became stuffed with papers, notes, and plenty of things she didn't necessarily need but dearly loved anyway.
Back and forth she led her horse, laden with bulging saddlebags that contained her clothes and books, from her old house to her new one. She'd promised that she would try not to be messy, but she did sheepishly admit that she sometimes got carried away with her projects and forgot. K'pandolu was therefore granted full rights to nag and yell as she deemed fit if Rialynn's messes started to spill out of her room.
Every time she passed the music store, her head craned around and she stared longingly at the piano in the window that she could never save up enough money to afford.
"Someday, she whispered, brushing her fingertips on the glass as she passed. (Unaware of the shopkeep SIGHING as he came out to wash off her prints yet again.)
Keeping her long auburn hair pinned up, she worked endlessly to transport her belongings, making multiple trips back and forth.
"Hey!" she shouted as she backed into the house, very carefully dragging a cloth-wrapped cello with her, "do you want to get take out after I finish up and take a shower?" No one needed a smelly bard to share a meal.
* * * * *
2. Dance! - In the Training Hall
It took a while for her suggestion to get at least one of the rooms outfitted with mirrors, so solo trainees could study their form and ensure that they were moving in the right way. But she'd made the request not to study her fighting, but her dancing. When she wasn't getting kidnapped into a forced marriage or trading secrets with Ramza's sister, Rialynn had come across quite a few worlds with very different styles of music and dancing. One of them she'd thought to be very similar to her friend Zack's world, given how they looked and dressed, and it might even have been his world. A pity he'd gone into crystal stasis, really, there was still so much they could have learned from each other.
For now, she just had to practice the steps and moves she'd picked up from watching others. They probably thought it was weird having the bandanna-clad girl stare at them so intently, but so what? It wasn't as if she would see them again, and she liked their style very much. It was worth it.
Dancing was a lot harder to do without the right music to accompany her. She had to dance in silence in the small practice room, her leather vest cast aside and blouse untucked, since she'd liked how the tails of the long shirt flowed when her dance subjects demonstrated their skill and talent.
Her movements were sharper, fluid but jerky at the same time as she flowed from pose to pose. Occasionally her eyes flicked up to the mirror to see if it looked as smooth as it felt. Sometimes she stumbled over her feet. Sometimes she just couldn't quite get her shoulder and leg to move into different positions, and she'd drop everything to throw her head back and groan a long, long sigh of frustration.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the music, tapping her foot to a silent rhythm in her head. Maybe a different dance...a different melody...a different style, just to give her a new challenge. Dancing didn't come as easily to her as singing did, it took a lot more practice. The Dancer job did make it easier, but...
She heard the beat.
Her shoulders twitched, hitching and falling alternatively before her head lolled to the side, her body falling into a spin. She opened her eyes and focused on her face in the mirror, arms rising as she slid to the side with a smooth roll of her hips. Another spin. Another spin. On the third revolution she jumped, kicking up one leg high as she came around and dropped to complete another spin upon her knees.
* * * * *
3. This is Hallo-NOPE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE - Around Town
No one else would have shrieked and dropped all their eggs on the ground at the ugly plastic Frankenstein display in the grocery store, but those people were not Rialynn. She slapped a hand against her pounding heart in her chest, releasing a shaky breath, then asking the grocery clerk (very red-faced) for a cloth so she could clean up the spill.
Why would people put all of these horrible things around? She'd nearly cried when she saw someone's plastic skeleton hanging from its spindly throat in a nearby tree, thinking that someone had been so cruel as to murder someone and strip their flesh before leaving the skeleton as a ghastly threat against the people who lived there.
This was not a good holiday for her.
Rialynn tried to have her chores finished by daylight, raking in leaves and buying groceries and feeding her not-at-all-fat horse. If by some misfortune she did wind up staying out after dark, she didn't just walk home. She bolted as if her life depended on it. The sooner the snow and winter holidays came, the better. She wasn't sure she could take much more of seeing demons and vampires and werewolves and mummies and evil spirits, every day, around every corner. It was just too much, especially knowing that those things really did exist in this world.
If you're unfortunate enough to startle Rialynn during this time, she apologizes profusely for throwing whatever she had in her hands straight at your head.
WHAT: A bard's work is never done. There are dances to customize, a new house to move into, and the scariest holiday ever to completely avoid holy shit ghosts are scary you guys.
WHEN: October 1st - 18th (pick a day!)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen
1. Moving Into House A-12
One might think that a bard who regularly went on long journeys and frequently suffered from wanderlust wouldn't really have much in the way of belongings to move from one place ot another.
One would be wrong.
Sure, her room had been sparse as far as personal decor went, when she first got dropped into this world. It had been a long time since Rialynn really had a permanent place to call her own. But once she realized that she could store things here...souvenirs, books, and so many instruments, her bedroom quickly became stuffed with papers, notes, and plenty of things she didn't necessarily need but dearly loved anyway.
Back and forth she led her horse, laden with bulging saddlebags that contained her clothes and books, from her old house to her new one. She'd promised that she would try not to be messy, but she did sheepishly admit that she sometimes got carried away with her projects and forgot. K'pandolu was therefore granted full rights to nag and yell as she deemed fit if Rialynn's messes started to spill out of her room.
Every time she passed the music store, her head craned around and she stared longingly at the piano in the window that she could never save up enough money to afford.
"Someday, she whispered, brushing her fingertips on the glass as she passed. (Unaware of the shopkeep SIGHING as he came out to wash off her prints yet again.)
Keeping her long auburn hair pinned up, she worked endlessly to transport her belongings, making multiple trips back and forth.
"Hey!" she shouted as she backed into the house, very carefully dragging a cloth-wrapped cello with her, "do you want to get take out after I finish up and take a shower?" No one needed a smelly bard to share a meal.
* * * * *
2. Dance! - In the Training Hall
It took a while for her suggestion to get at least one of the rooms outfitted with mirrors, so solo trainees could study their form and ensure that they were moving in the right way. But she'd made the request not to study her fighting, but her dancing. When she wasn't getting kidnapped into a forced marriage or trading secrets with Ramza's sister, Rialynn had come across quite a few worlds with very different styles of music and dancing. One of them she'd thought to be very similar to her friend Zack's world, given how they looked and dressed, and it might even have been his world. A pity he'd gone into crystal stasis, really, there was still so much they could have learned from each other.
For now, she just had to practice the steps and moves she'd picked up from watching others. They probably thought it was weird having the bandanna-clad girl stare at them so intently, but so what? It wasn't as if she would see them again, and she liked their style very much. It was worth it.
Dancing was a lot harder to do without the right music to accompany her. She had to dance in silence in the small practice room, her leather vest cast aside and blouse untucked, since she'd liked how the tails of the long shirt flowed when her dance subjects demonstrated their skill and talent.
Her movements were sharper, fluid but jerky at the same time as she flowed from pose to pose. Occasionally her eyes flicked up to the mirror to see if it looked as smooth as it felt. Sometimes she stumbled over her feet. Sometimes she just couldn't quite get her shoulder and leg to move into different positions, and she'd drop everything to throw her head back and groan a long, long sigh of frustration.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the music, tapping her foot to a silent rhythm in her head. Maybe a different dance...a different melody...a different style, just to give her a new challenge. Dancing didn't come as easily to her as singing did, it took a lot more practice. The Dancer job did make it easier, but...
She heard the beat.
Her shoulders twitched, hitching and falling alternatively before her head lolled to the side, her body falling into a spin. She opened her eyes and focused on her face in the mirror, arms rising as she slid to the side with a smooth roll of her hips. Another spin. Another spin. On the third revolution she jumped, kicking up one leg high as she came around and dropped to complete another spin upon her knees.
* * * * *
3. This is Hallo-NOPE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE - Around Town
No one else would have shrieked and dropped all their eggs on the ground at the ugly plastic Frankenstein display in the grocery store, but those people were not Rialynn. She slapped a hand against her pounding heart in her chest, releasing a shaky breath, then asking the grocery clerk (very red-faced) for a cloth so she could clean up the spill.
Why would people put all of these horrible things around? She'd nearly cried when she saw someone's plastic skeleton hanging from its spindly throat in a nearby tree, thinking that someone had been so cruel as to murder someone and strip their flesh before leaving the skeleton as a ghastly threat against the people who lived there.
This was not a good holiday for her.
Rialynn tried to have her chores finished by daylight, raking in leaves and buying groceries and feeding her not-at-all-fat horse. If by some misfortune she did wind up staying out after dark, she didn't just walk home. She bolted as if her life depended on it. The sooner the snow and winter holidays came, the better. She wasn't sure she could take much more of seeing demons and vampires and werewolves and mummies and evil spirits, every day, around every corner. It was just too much, especially knowing that those things really did exist in this world.
If you're unfortunate enough to startle Rialynn during this time, she apologizes profusely for throwing whatever she had in her hands straight at your head.
no subject
I had a good teacher. Thank you.
[Yeah, she's not about to take credit for her own talents. If she does, it takes away from the one who created the dance or song to begin with. She's just delivering what someone else made.]
Rialynn. Nice to meet you. You didn't bug me out, it's fine.
[She won't boot him out expressly, but she's not sure if it would be weird or not to invite him to stay either. So she chooses nothing! ...Not the most proactive of Heroes, that's for sure.]
Did you take up the Dancer job or something yourself?
no subject
[he shrugs]
In any case, I'll be heading out. Maybe I'll see you around?
no subject
[Now this is a topic she can really get into-- Oh, he's leaving? Never mind, then!]
Sure! I do a lot of traveling, I'm sure we'll run into each other somewhere out there. Have a good night!