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Who: Lune + OTA
Status: Open!
Where: Eltrut and Elah
What: Playing music, seeing shadows, being depressed. The usual.
Warnings: None for now, but I'll update if anything comes up! The songs linked don't have any direct spoilers.

A. Unexpected Concerts

[ Today Lune is set up on a stool at the corner of a street in Eltrut where people tend to pass through the most. There's probably better locations, actual locations, but for nostalgia's sake she's drown to a performance outside. For some reason it feels like an eternity since she's played and she takes a few minutes to warm up on her guitar, going through a few chords before she starts up on a rather simple song while people mill about. Her bare feet shift so that one's stiffly resting on top of the other while she sits on a rather bench. Black hair cascades around her face obscuring her expression as she beings to go through a few songs.

She plays in almost utter stillness with only her hands moving gracefully along the strings and the occasional movement of unspoken words on her lips. When she finally deems herself to be done she lifts her head up to scan the crowd, offering a smile tinted with an underlying melancholy. ]


Mm... [ she opens her mouth to say something only to close it and incline her head in a small bow. ]

B. Tinkling Music, Growing Shadows (Elah)

[ Perhaps you've caught Lune's performance but were observant enough to notice something strange going on around it. Every now and then shadows might be spotted, perhaps you feel something watching you, or perhaps you notice them as they elongate and contort into something almost...human? Or perhaps you're not really seeing anything at all, after all when the music stops they too seem to stop— disappearing as though they were never there at all.

Eventually the feeling of something being there as she plays is enough to cause Lune to dismiss her guitar and stand end her performance. She doesn't bother lingering around, instead choosing to head back to the residential district as twilight starts to pour in, allowing the shadows to make themselves even more known. A tingling down her back causes her to whip around with sparks of anger in her eyes. ]

If you're going to follow me at least let yourself be known.

C. A Wishing Tree

[ It might be tradition to bring a loved one to this tree at night but Lune comes here alone. She'll claim she's only interested in seeing the special tree for scientific reasons and why wouldn't that be believable? There's a notebook in her hands that she could use to record all the data around her. Yet the notebook remains tightly closed and she makes no attempt to go closer to the tree. Nor does she approach any of the pairs that come to share their special promises.

What she does do is settle down on the ground a distance away from the tree and all the pairs that seem o be gathering to leave their special promises. The expression on her face is hard to pin down, though some may notice a certain intensity to it, something that betrays the storm of thoughts inside her mind. If anyone dares to come up to her she might glance up and say: ]


I wonder how many really believe something like this will make their vows unbreakable. Is it something that's been proven as a truth here or only a matter of wishful thinking?

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[garudas]

[Lune had come to mind first when Benedikta had been in that room filled with music only a few days ago, and in her attempt to search for the other woman, her birds have led her here. A good thing, too—she had some errands to run on Eltrut, but she is pleasantly surprised to catch her in the middle of a performance. She listens, standing not quite at the back of the audience that has formed around her on the street, but not quite at the front either. She waits for her to finish her songs, enjoying the strum of the guitar, and as the audience claps and disperses at the end of that third one, Benedikta strolls up instead, a single gold doubloon held between her fingers.]

I was told I would find you here. I'd heard chirps of a woman playing the guitar.

[A little finch sits on her shoulder, and it chirps in greeting.

With a soft clink, she twirls it and offers it to her.]

For a lovely performance.