[ semi-open ] and sometimes we sing to the dawn

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Who: Lord Light, a couple of people (closed threads in toplevels within), and you.
When: April 12-15, thereabouts
Where: Around Capablanca
What: A useless old man ponders the meaning of his existence. And also builds some things on the side.
Rating: PG+ for Adra's mouth

one;

[ Contrary to first impressions, there is indeed peace and quiet to be found in Capablanca. As one walks along the beaches further and away from the town center, the number of establishments dwindle one by one - until the last ice-cream parlour marks the end of built shoreline. The stretch of untouched sand may be quite small compared to the rest of the beach, but it's still sizeable. Sizeable enough to provide a place of relative silence for Heroes to meditate properly.

It is here, upon the sand, that he draws. Detailed, complex images are sketched into the beachside, a little away from the shoreline so that they would be untouched at low tide. It takes him hours to complete a single drawing, but he doesn't complain a single bit - merely one figure with white hair bent down close to the ground with a single branch in his hand.

At night, high tide washes them away, but he returns for at least an hour every day to add one or two. At other times he builds perfectly regular rings out of shells and other materials lying around, all without a single word. A few locals come to watch, but even then their curiosity wears out as he continues, focused on his task.

If anything, the art is pretty. But what could they mean? ]

two;

[ On an afternoon when the sun is not as harsh, he climbs Ventoso Hill alone. Once he's reached the top, he elects to stand and watch the scenery - he's so still that he might have been mistaken for a statue, if not for the fact that his hair moves and flutters in an opportune breeze.

After a while, he shifts his stance to one more regal, and he begins to sing with a voice much younger than his speaking intonation. When he finishes, there's the slightest hint of a smile on his expression - but it will fade away as soon as he is approached, returning to his normal calmness.

His voice resumes its usual pitch, too. ]

Can I help you with anything?

three;

[ In the mornings, he can be found near the piers - or more specifically, where the seabirds frequent. He might be seated on the jetty or walking along the beach with a small bag of breadcrumbs, and after a while seagulls will start to flock to his location. He feeds them with a rather distant expression (more distant than usual, that is), letting them land on his shoulders and arms.

However, if you express interest in what he's doing, he'll look up with a much more focused countenance. ]

Hello. Would you like to feed them as well?

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Comments

[tarotcards]

[ Sorry in advance when it does happen, Lord Light. ]

That's understandable. They wouldn't comprehend whatever we're saying, asides from our tones. [ He had to do his fair share of sweet talking cats and dogs back home. More Cats than anything else, though. ] Birds always seemed more skittish than cats, so I was surprised to see so many here.

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[ He notes Souji's perceptiveness with approval - this youth is quick on the uptake, from what he's seen. ]

It took time for them to be accustomed to my presence. I am more patient than most, thus I was able to accomplish it.

[ A pause now, as he considers what best to say next. ]

Do you like birds?

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[ Souji takes a tiny handful of bread crumbs into his hand before he slowly holds the bag back towards Lord Light. He shouldn't use too much someone else's belongings. ]

To be honest, I never paid too much attention to them, but I never minded them. [ This is something that he could get used to, though. It's very... peaceful. ] I'm more of a cat person and they never got along with birds too well.

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[ The bag is accepted, but he does not use it just yet - it is Souji's turn, and he is content to wait. ]

I see. Cats are amongst the more perceptive of animals. They have a more wilful individuality, they do not conform very much to the world around them.

[ Maybe this says something about Souji himself. ]

What is your name?

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[ He nods in agreement. ]

My Carrier is a cat so I'm seeing that up close now. [ Being around strays is a lot different than actually owning one. It's a different experience. ] My name's Souji Seta. May I ask for yours?

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[ It's probably a good thing that Leliel isn't around and Cream-san isn't either. The dove might have fled out of sheer fright. ]

I am Lord Light.

[ There is a pause, before he adds: ]

If you wish to nickname me, you may.

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[ Lord? Oh boy, what kind of royalty is he speaking to here? He'll just shake his head. ]

Lord-sama then, if you don't mind. [ Which is the same as Lord Light, just... Japanese. ] I should have suspected that you would be a lord of some sort. Do you mind if I ask what kind?

[ He kind of... resonates it, really, and his way of speech too. ]

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[ That gets him to shake his head very slightly, all too used to this sort of response. ]

I am not a Lord, I am a guardian. My title is one part only, Lord Light. It is a mere syntax issue. [ And then he switches to his native tongue: ] I am Lord Light.

[ Would that change Souji's perception of him? ]

A pleasure to meet you.