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hisapprentice) wrote2014-06-11 10:51 pm
hisapprentice) wrote2014-06-11 10:51 pm
[Puzzle 017]
[Things in the village continue to move at molasses speeds, ever since the draft ended. Without school to keep him occupied, and with (shock and dismay) a wholly diminished interest in all things puzzle, what with all the sadness and walking on eggshells going on all over the place, he's been...practicing his violin, actually. No one in the house came after him pounding on the door, so it must not be that bad.
It was better, sometimes, than thinking about all the strangers who appeared (from the draft, he learned later) bloody and beaten up, or his friends, coming back with darkness in their eyes.
His plans for this day are tame, and come in two flavors:
In the morning he's at the stables, tending to the horses with the kind of affectionate banter and bounce in his step that he doesn't have many close friends to share with anymore. It's not so bad. Animals are, um, people too. But anyone else there might catch him whistling or seeming to talk to himself.
After lunch (Luke always has a long generous lunch - today he eats at Seventh Heaven) he heads into the school to the music room, balances the open journal on a spare music stand, and pulls his violin and bow out of their case to prepare and tune them.]
So, er. [It doesn't usually bother him to talk to the village but...this is a little different.] You know...I think maybe it's better if I don't say anything first.
[And, after one last, soft check of his pitch, Luke shuts his eyes and starts to play a song whose sheet music he found in the library months ago. It isn't very long, but he goes through it thrice: the first time quietly, too afraid to mess up to really play, and then twice after that. It's a little slow and a little sad but he doesn't feel sad when it's over.]
That's that, then. [Projected confidence or not, he's blushing pretty red on his end of the journal.] I sort of thought, um, that maybe somebody could use a little music.
[[ooc: shh shh pretend it's a violin in the track not a cello...]]
It was better, sometimes, than thinking about all the strangers who appeared (from the draft, he learned later) bloody and beaten up, or his friends, coming back with darkness in their eyes.
His plans for this day are tame, and come in two flavors:
In the morning he's at the stables, tending to the horses with the kind of affectionate banter and bounce in his step that he doesn't have many close friends to share with anymore. It's not so bad. Animals are, um, people too. But anyone else there might catch him whistling or seeming to talk to himself.
After lunch (Luke always has a long generous lunch - today he eats at Seventh Heaven) he heads into the school to the music room, balances the open journal on a spare music stand, and pulls his violin and bow out of their case to prepare and tune them.]
So, er. [It doesn't usually bother him to talk to the village but...this is a little different.] You know...I think maybe it's better if I don't say anything first.
[And, after one last, soft check of his pitch, Luke shuts his eyes and starts to play a song whose sheet music he found in the library months ago. It isn't very long, but he goes through it thrice: the first time quietly, too afraid to mess up to really play, and then twice after that. It's a little slow and a little sad but he doesn't feel sad when it's over.]
That's that, then. [Projected confidence or not, he's blushing pretty red on his end of the journal.] I sort of thought, um, that maybe somebody could use a little music.
[[ooc: shh shh pretend it's a violin in the track not a cello...]]
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Actin' high and mighty isn't gonna do you any good when you're in the ground!
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Besides, you can just charge in however you want to since you'll never end up- in the ground.
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["So you should be careful." Though the odds of Luke ever being in a situation like Firo's would be slim.]
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And in order to know what the 'right way' was I bet even you had to think about it first. Fast thinking is still thinking.
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...Maybe it's thinkin', maybe it's, um... instinct. Who knows. Doesn't take too much brains to know you need a good punch to be able to make it in this world.
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You need a good pipe. Or a sword, preferably, but in a pinch anything fence-able will do.]
So you've been called a slow thinker, then?
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Luke, you're better at this violence thing than Firo would have thought...]I--
[He totally shouldn't have admitted to that.]
...That wasn't my point!
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Well, it isn't right for anybody to insult you about that either.
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Isn't that what you were just doin'?
[He is quick to sense an insult, though.]
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[Well, he's quick enough to almost catch Luke, at any rate.]
Sometimes I'm sure you're just out to start an argument with me.
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Of course I don't wanna start a fight with you!
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[They all know the likelihood of that but Luke really was just teasing.]
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[That wouldn't do his already terrible reputation any favoes.]
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You just said you prefer that sort of thing, though.
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[Luke is fifteen now, Firo's appearance isn't that much older. ...Luke just looks very young still...]
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I'm 24! I had the elixir when I was almost 19.
[Translation: 18 and a half.]
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[Mentally, he's about 5.]
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He's walked right into this one. Luke grins, frowns, and looks hesitant in turn...before deciding not to pursue it.]
That doesn't make our ages any less close! In a few years I'll have grown to be older than you are!
[Already mentally older than Firo is not a feat for bragging.]
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I'll still be gettin' older too! Just... in my brain or whatever.
[Oh, damn it, is Luke going to grow taller than him? Firo doesn't think he could take that.]
And what was that weird look for?
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What weird look? This is how I usually look.
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