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Post by Thane on Nov 24, 2005 13:53:25 GMT -6
Thane braces for more torture as Yashea begins to play and sing. To the hounds surprise it isn't torturous, or even remotely taxing to his sensitive ears. The soothing sounds make him relax some as his eyes become fixed on the green clad, golden songstress. He doesn't realize the two minutes have passed and he only realizes the song is over by the raging applause from the crowd. Not being much for mushy sentiment, Thane stands firm... but the look in his red eyes say volumes of how the sweet melody has gripped him.
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Post by Ciel on Nov 26, 2005 18:08:55 GMT -6
Ciel was rapt with Yashea even before the Fallen had begun to sing. After the fact , Ciel liked her more. She shadowed up to her Queen's lap and whispered,"She is wonderful, yes?"
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Post by Ilinid on Nov 28, 2005 20:52:06 GMT -6
*Grace and elegance... yes, yes, these things mean little in the court (and by that, they mean everything), to Ilinid's upbringing. They are expected, after all, and if one does not possesses them naturally, one can always acquire them. If they had NOT been displayed, that would have meant something. First things, the harp. A bit austentatious, certainly, but elves have always been fond of silver, delicately spun. That gold is involved is somewhat unfortunate but not entirely displeasing. The possessive watchfulness the girl displays is duly noted as Ilinid's cat's eyes narrow just slightly. A cliche, really... angel with a harp. Ho hum. Worse yet is the song. Not that it is poorly sung, not by any means, but the meat of it; an angel's pain. The pain of the Fallen. Melodrama is a delightful happenstance, certainly, but this-- Ilinid sighs petulantly, quietly, to herself. Of course such a creature would brood over her life. Did this child bring anything original to the court and Queen? Ah, but then, Ilinid is not the Queen, nor of Hell's court or even one of Hell's courtiers. Her ideas and opinions, her perspectives and thoughts, are not a demon's or devils or any of the myriad beings to be found in this Blasted Land. Does the music sadden her? Only in its content; she had hoped for more than rhetoric, though some might call such inner turmoil poetry. Ilinid is not one of those. At least, not in this case. An ex-angel with a harp singing about -surprise!- her life's pain and a bit of gain here and there. Not enough to hold interest, really, though Ilinid will admit, if pressed, that the voice is lovely enough...*
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2005 12:17:25 GMT -6
The queen regards Yashea with a look of sincerce interest as she plays. While not affected much by the plight of a Fallen longing for home she understands the feelings and can empathize. The music however is entracing, well played with a touch of magic. The Queen strokes Ciel's hair and nods.
"She is the best- indeed. I will hear no one else today.." The queen raises her voice to be heard over the court, the says softly to Ciel.
"Go and talk with her. I would like her to play while you dance before I decide. A happier tune this time." Then she glances around the court room to see the reactions of her court.
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Post by Ciel on Nov 30, 2005 14:55:02 GMT -6
Ciel nods and shadows over to Yashea. "My Queen has requested you to play for me so I may dance. Do you know this tune?"
She whispered a very happy, yet seductive song's name into Yashea's ear, her eyes sparkling.
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Post by Thane on Dec 2, 2005 9:25:43 GMT -6
Thane bows to the queen and bangs the Kwan-Dao again as he announces the queens decree. "These musical trials are concluded!" Thane roars. He turns and disappears out the throne room doors to tell the line of waiting hopefuls that their chance for stardom is over for today. As the long faces parade out of the castle, Thane orders that the guards round up the stragglers, escort them out and close the main doors. The hound returns to his post inside the Throne room and stands on guard. Thane spins the Kwan-Dao and sets it to the floor again as he stands silently, waiting... and watching.
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Post by Lysandor on Dec 10, 2005 17:01:43 GMT -6
The song hits a still deeply sore spot in Lysandor's heart. He shudders, but immediately tries to hide his discomfort.
The music and vocal accompaniment are both beautiful - melodic and harmonious. Yet the feelings invoked in the Fallen Elite momentarily weaken him.
When the song passes, Lysandor's discomfort ebbs to a dull throb. Minutely shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turns his attentions back to the court, but the muscles in his jaw remain bunched as though he is still fighting some inner pain.
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Dec 10, 2005 17:13:49 GMT -6
Illyon's expression turns to open disgust at the content of the music. It only fueled his dislike for the Fallen musician. It was apparent she longed to return to Heaven, and Illyon didn't trust her for it.
He curls his lip at the Queen's male bodyguard, his reaction to the music. It had obviously touched him, stoic as he was.
If the situation couldn't get any worse, the Queen had probably decided on this Fallen musician.
"Another Fallen in Court?" Illyon mutters, his expression flat. "If they were to try a coup, we'd all be dead."
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Post by Ciel on Dec 10, 2005 21:47:00 GMT -6
Before walking out to get ready to dance for her Queen, Ciel smiled and whispered an extra comment to Yashea. "Do not worry if you have no idea what to play for the song I mentioned. If all else fails, make it cheery and seductive all at the same time. You will do fine, I promise."
She then sauntered out onto the floor and did some preparation , then took a flawlessly perfect stance and waited.
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Lye
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Darkangel: The Queen's BodyGuard
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Post by Lye on Dec 12, 2005 4:28:37 GMT -6
Lye's face was somewhere between a smirk and a smile. Her expression was one of amusement, approval, and complacency. She was quite pleased at this new musician's pleasant sound, but something about the tune made her uncomfortable, though she couldn't figure out why. Lye figured that it didn't really matter now that the Queen had chosen this 'Yashea.' And truly, she did have the best sound of anybody they had heard from all day.
"Don't worry about the Fallen," She said softly to Illyon. "The inhabitants of Heaven are quite unforgiving to their own kind. Rather ironic considering how much patience they have for mortals." Lye began to relax more and leaned back against the wall to listen to and watch the performance.
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Post by Ilinid on Dec 28, 2005 19:42:58 GMT -6
*Illyon's comment wasn't meant to be unheard and elfin ears trained by centuries of gossip mongering pick it up very easily. Her left ear, closest to him, twitches just slightly at the remark and she allows herself the luxury of a small smile at it. It was nice to know and mimicked, in a way, her thoughts on certain Fallen. This one seemed -at least for now- far too sweet. But all the more for Hell to tarnish, perhaps* *Lysandor, on the other hand, doesn't treat the music or musician with scorn. Indeed, quite the opposite, he allows his visage to slip a moment -a very real threat where the elf is concerned- and display something that maybe he should not have. A weakness. Or at least, as far as the elf's upbringing considers it. The shudder was visible to the trained and ever-watchful eye. And even as she enjoys Illyon's spiteful words, she glances minutely at the one so touched. The head shake, the clenched jaw. My, my... how interesting. Ilinid's eyes narrow even as she looks away towards the dance, fascinated by a blend of peppy yet seductive music.*
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Post by Erethkhaniel on Jan 16, 2006 22:30:44 GMT -6
Khan's forehead furrows a bit at the content of the initial song, and his eyes narrow just a little. Attractive enough for a night's tumble, indeed, and a musician of a caliber far above the others heard today, but she did not do well to dwell on such things past and gone. Khan knew that to do such was merely to experience regret, something that, inevitably, lead to limiting oneself. Mourning the past took up time better spent planning for the future, or, better yet, entertaining oneself and reveling in the moment. Pining for things lost led to a desire to reclaim them, a concept Khan understood, but in this particular case perhaps not healthy. Besides, how many things could you do in Hell that you could not do in Heaven? As far as he knew, they were uncountable. But, then, he had never been to Heaven, and if ever he did venture there, it would be for the sole purpose of bringing as many down as he could. A bit cliche', but true enough. It was what he was born to do, after all. His thoughts cause him to shrug a little. Heaven had beauty for the eye and other senses, surely enough, but Hell had it's own dark loveliness in certain places, certain ways. And there were far fewer restrictions and rules on what you could and could not do. Granted, this fact caused problems in it's own way, but these were also dealt with swiftly enough, often as not, and frequently in a very entertaining fashion. Khan notes the Queen's own facination with the music, and worries, but only a little. After all, he would always be there to bring her back to her senses, in oh-so-many wonderful ways, if allowed. He suspected most of the others would do likewise, albeit likely with more words than he would use...
His reverie is interrupted by Ciel flitting over to the musician after the song, Thane's bellowing, and what appeared to be Ciel preparing to dance to the musician's next song. He devotes a little more of his attention to them, a hunger not yet sated slowly beginning to burn within him. Perhaps this would be more...entertaining...
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Jan 18, 2006 20:54:25 GMT -6
Illyon's dull black eyes slide over to Lye, his expression tightened as though somewhat annoyed to have been spoken to. At least by her.
"You cannot deny that given the chance, most of the Fallen in Hell would run begging to Heaven," he states matter-of-factly. "Even if the chance were a false one."
He turns away from the Queen's bodyguard, watching the little Devilcat mix dance about. An interesting creature, to be sure, and just as pleasing to the eye as can be. Still, his attention span is short at the moment. He looks around at the others in court. Erethkhaniel, his king, is in court. And that Elfin ambassador. Another pretty thing, though a bit too delicate for Illyon to consider at the moment.
And, ah yes. Zephyron. Possibly the most like-minded individual Illyon could speak to in this set-up.
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Post by Zypheron on Jan 25, 2006 11:26:27 GMT -6
Zypherons eyes pass over Illyon more or less uninterestedly. His bored and hostile posture not relaxing one iota. It wasn't that he liked the lesser leccubi lord- he just didn't hate him quite as much. He murmurs something too low to hear over the music and his mouth almost curls at the corner.
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Post by Admin on Jan 25, 2006 11:32:50 GMT -6
The queen watches- leaning forward with her hand on her chin as Ciel dances. The music with it's longing for home was touching and evoked memories for her but this is much more fun. Watching Ciel dance is always enchanting but with the player backing her it becomes even closer to magical. Without looking over she addresses Lye at her side.
"What do you think? Shall I pick her or shall she play more? I've enjoyed this... but I wonder how many different types of music she can play."
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Lye
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Post by Lye on Jan 27, 2006 3:22:16 GMT -6
Lye smirks. "I think you should do both, Majesty, for I am wondering the same thing and think finding out would be quite the pleasant experience."
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