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

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

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[ 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?

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[ 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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[ It's been a while since they last talked. He exited stasis barely in time to catch the last airship to Capablanca - later than all the other Heroes, and he knows it. He's had to explain everything to Lisbrand; and he's glad that she took it better than he had expected. There's someone else who probably won't, though. But he still needs to call the other up for a meeting, because it's only appropriate.

It's with this that he sends a short message to Adra's carrier, waiting on the quiet beach as stipulated.

It's been a while, and he's heard. He's not expecting this conversation to end easily. ]

Edited 2016-04-16 04:22 (UTC)

[ It's a sunny afternoon, and Lord Light had just returned to the hotel after running some errands. It's too early to rest, and yet too late to begin another serious task - it takes him a while to decide what to do, but eventually he retrieves a flute he purchased in Caissa from his room and stations himself in the hotel lobby.

The song he plays is simple, and only two people here might recognize it. It's one of Muse's songs. ]

[ The sketches in the sand piqued her interest. While Lux was not the most technologically savvy person—she's Demacian through and through, not a Piltie—she can appreciate the fine details. They intrigue her, the pieces seemingly out of place for what she knows of either Blanc or Noir. Were they from a fellow Hero, perhaps?

Missing the creator of these stunningly technical images, the young blond stalks the beach during her off times, mostly in the early morning hours. It is then that she comes across him, working on some other piece of art. The teen stands there, her hands behind her back, observing at first, before stepping closer. ]

Ah, so you're the artist.

[ She smiles easily, and while she may not be in uniform at the time, the small rodent carrier perched on her shoulder may give her away. ]

[ He's really asking for trouble by coming anywhere close to the sea like this. Slaine vowed that he wouldn't go anywhere near the beaches of Capablanca ever again. The piers should be okay, right? Plus, there's a lot of seagulls here... (Although, they're all flocking to area thanks to the free food from the man whose practically like a Disney Princess right now.) He liked seeing them because it reminded him of a certain someone. These were the birds that Slaine had wanted to show to his princess.

When Lord Light addresses him, he's immediately brought out of his thoughts. Before answering, Slaine quickly looks around to see if the man might have been talking to somebody else. Nope. It's just Lord Light and Slaine.

It might seem like a really mundane thing to most people, but he definitely wants to do it. ]

O-oh, may I?

[Rumors about the mysterious art on the beach first drew Natasha to Lord Light's little refuge. It's taken her a while to actually catch him at it, though. When she finally manages to catch him mid-drawing she hangs back to let him finish, nibbling on an ice cream as she tries to decipher the meaning behind this latest masterpiece (it's so orderly and technical, it must mean something). While she isn't trying to be noticed, she doesn't try to be stealthy either.]

[ Souji is used to sometimes feeding the stray cats around his uncle's house back home but he has never actually fed any birds before. Seeing how this gentleman has attracted such a flock of seagulls, however, peaked his interest. He walks on over but he makes sure to keep a few steps away and to slowly approach in order to avoid scaring off any of the birds. ]

I didn't bring anything to feed them. [ He has some cat treats for his Carrier, Cream-san, but it's probably not something that seagulls could eat. ] I think I'll be content just watching them for a bit instead.

[ That song?

Thunderland continues to search for more people that may be interested in discovering the mystery of hybrid monsters. However, he pauses at hearing such a beautiful song. It reminds him of the song that he heard from the mermaid a few days ago. His eyes close for a moment and wonders how it could be in the morning, and how it is that he did not get pulled into some illusion.

He blinks when he finds that it is not a mermaid -- and really how could it be on Ventoso Hill, but one of the Heroes. It reminds him. It reminds him and suddenly he is sprinting straight toward the man. Which may not appear the best of having a well-over six-foot tall man suddenly break out into a run. ]

What a song! Something of that sort would surely ease the hearts of the people! Why are you not using it in that fashion?

It reminds me of a ladder.

[ What a soft, contemplative thing Sion's voice is, the long fall of his hair cascading down, over his shoulder (today, he'd worn it loose, wanting to feel the breeze as he traversed the beach) as he cants his head, golden eyes alight and keen with interest as he observes, watching the man who is so thoroughly taken with his work. He has not crossed paths with this Hero since their defense of Palamède, when he had been so deemed a misalignment, but that is neither here nor there, and before him is an image of wonder, nearly completed. ]

Beyond flesh, beyond dreams, bridging the distance between the stars.

[ Hello, says the Hero King. ]

[ Ever since awakening from stasis proper, Lord Light has Tieria's words on his mind. It's sufficient to say that they parted on less than favourable terms - not only is it something that he wants to change, it's also something he needs advice on.

Perhaps it's a little unbecoming of a deity to do so, but he makes it a rule to never run away from the truth. This is a field he has less expertise on than the common man, and he already knows that Tieria is more than just a human.

The day after he arrives in Capablanca, he sends the other Hero a message via carrier. At the appointed time, he waits on the beach - quiet, and much less likely to be eavesdropped upon.

Promises are always kept, after all. ]

[Of course the sound of singing catches her attention, and her curiosity prompts her to follow that singing to it's source. So it's a surprise when she finds it's Lord Light singing on top of the hill.

But she waits patiently for him to finish, attentively listening to the song with a soft smile, before she steps closer when he notices her approach.]

... Nope, I was just curious. I'm glad I was able to hear you sing, though.

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