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Sun Nov 06, 2016 3:28 pm





The most prestigious, the wealthiest, and pretty much anyone with a name that meant something would have been gathered at the musical theater within downtown Karakura. The highly prestigious Karakura Philharmonic Orchestra would be playing several pieces for the public and paying homage to its illustrious guest of honor. The orchestra consisted of over 100 of the most talented musicians with a conductor that was coveted for his amazing, meticulous and gifted work. Acting as the concertmaster, the First Violin that evening would be their honored guest, the musical prodigy widely known across varied social levels by her artistic name, The Melody, or by her legal name, Sofia Montero. She was a young violinist that hailed from Spain, widely known for her amazing skill and and innate musical talent.

Initially, there were people talking. People finding their seats. People commenting on each others luxurious choice of garments and their own personal tailor. People in awe at the scenery of the locale and making all sorts of noise apart from the tunes that would inevitably follow. And, without further ado or even prior notice, a very subtle melody would blossom from behind the dark veiled fabric of the grand drape. Slowly, the melody would present itself, allowing itself to be noticed by a larger audience than those that abstained from the bickering. The melody, soft, inviting, and soothing, would slowly drown out the noise, filtered away by the notion of the unknown, the awaited, and the wanted. As the talking stopped, the dimly lit lights around the stage would progressively brighten, accompanying the rise of the grand drape. Behind it, an enormous ensemble, already ready and playing, accompanied the guest of honor as the first piece commenced.

Unlike her typically commonly chosen fashion choice, Sofia opted for a dress code that was befitting of the occasion. A very simple yet elegant black dress covered her slender feminine body. The dress was styled so that it would ride just above the knees, covering all else but the arms, and a semi slanted v-like shape around her neck. A small, thin jeweled necklace finished the look, further exalting the subtle hints of her blossoming beauty without drowning out with her appearance, the innate beauty of the melody which stemmed from her violin. Though she kept her eyes closed, she could see everything, in a metaphoric way, through the vibrations of the music around her. The way it echoed against the acoustic setup of the theater, the way her own calm energy resonated with her attempts to create an artistic creation had been enough to send shivers all throughout her body. Not oblivious to the wanting and enthrilled audience before her, she was aware of the uniqueness of the diverse crowd before her.

Despite wealth and authority being pretty common in within the audience, there were several beings with spiritual signals that merited recognition. While a few were of a familiar feel to her, a number of them were quite estranged. At the very least, she couldn’t detect a malicious or unwelcoming intent from any of them. And so, without detracting from her perfect synchronic tempo, she continued to amaze the crowd with her skill in the crafts of her art. All around her, the rest of the symphony were dressed to match. Their musical talent was evident as well. Their rhythmic tempos were on perfect sync with hers. Neither drowned the other and simply helped to exalt and push forth in the best of ways the skill of the lead violinist and the melody she created.

Every time she played, whether it had been for an audience or herself, the realization had always been the same. Order, planning, and a serene nature had been the most rewarding in her trek for success, fulfilment, and realization. It was a notion that became clear throughout her own training and musical endeavors to reach new thresholds of both. It was a notion which she truly believed would be paramount in helping her family lineage and her race to continue on. Overall, it was a notion she believed would be instrumental for her kind to realize the ultimate goal of delivering the Earth back into human hands. For that end, she would devote and surrender her time, and utilize her skills and her passion to see those ends met. And, as one of the musical pieces neared its end, she would look into the crowd, into the direction of the spiritually meaningful signals. With the first coming to an end, the crowd was bound to display their restrained boisterous feelings of awe, excitement, and amusement.




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Sun Nov 06, 2016 6:36 pm

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Artist: Arrowhead and Zentra - Song: Funkyard - Word Count: 663

A concert in Karakura, Downtown Karakura to be exact. Why was there a concert here in the first place? Why, it was here because of an aspiring Captain in the Vandenreich. Who may this captain be? Well, Toshiko always called her Hime; for various reasons. But, her name is actually Sofia Montero, and the two haven't seen each other ever since Toshiko left the Montero household. But, that... that seemed to be ages ago to Toshiko. Ever since then she had been working on perfecting her skills with her family, learning their secrets, and getting better and better at hacking into nearly anything on this planet. However, today was a special day. Toshiko was not only going to reunite with her childhood friend, but, she was actually gonna have a chance to relax; even if only a little. Speaking of relaxing, that's exactly what Sofia seemed to be doing on stage. Damn right she was already watching; she was one of the first in the gates if not the first.

Toshiko has seen, and heard, Sofia play many a time in her childhood; it was always so good. But, this seemed to definitely be even better than the songs she heard so long ago. She really must have greatly improved her skills after long enough. But, she would worry about that later; when they got the chance to meet in private. However, thinking about talking to Sofia again actually got her to think about her past; all the things she did on accident all the things she didn't know. That had all changed frankly. But, now was not the time for reflection on the past. Hell no it wasn't; she had to listen to the fantastic music Sofia was playing with her violin. Toshiko nearly started to saw with the musical rhythm. But, she had to hold herself back and tell herself to not let go of herself too much; else she may do something stupid. But, she reserved herself to humming along softly; quiet enough so others could not hear.

While Toshiko was humming along with the melody, she didn't know everything that Sofia was playing. It had been long enough and she likely learned new songs since then. But, regardless, she still attempted to hum along to the best of her ability. Ever since her youth, Sofia's music had a way of entrancing her... she truly had no idea why the music affected her so, even now, but she liked it enough to not care. With a slight wistfulness in her humming, she stared on at Sofia through her sunglasses, being able to see perfectly well despite the sunglasses tint. She sighed softly and kept humming until the very end of the song.

After the song ended, Toshiko slowly got up, in a very discreet manner, and slid off towards the route to get backstage. She had to weave through people and make sure she didn't run into any of them, but, eventually she got to where the backstage access area was. She crept through the entrance and then got to an area where guards wouldn't try to remove her, but, if Sofia turned around she could vaguely see Toshiko. The bag hanging from her shoulder was rather ominous as well, which is part of what kept people away from her backstage. She leaned onto a pole and then waited for Sofia to either turn around or say something about her presence. Either way, she was elated to see Sofia again. Hell, she had to keep herself from flying out of the audience directly at the girl; giving her a big hug. Course, she would probably avoid her anyways and Toshiko would just end up looking stupid. But, whatever, she was backstage now and in range of sight for Sofia. Still softly humming the tune from earlier, she stood and waited for Toshiko to notice her.

Damn had Toshiko missed Sofia.

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Sun Nov 06, 2016 8:09 pm



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What in the ******* **** flying ********** did Sofia have him ********* wearing? Jupiter's ****! Expletives omitted for immature audiences.

As someone who had been wearing...well...nothing for the majority of the life he could remember, the place Sofia had brought him was so beyond what he understood and could comprehend. Well, no, that wasn't entirely the case. Sprache actually learned and figured things out relatively quickly. The idea of a concert was confusing at first and the device, whose name he learned as Violin, was something he picked up relatively quickly. He even managed to grasp the sheer enormity, comparatively, of the number of people present and the social cues that came with that. He was totally adjusting properly as a proper human being...sort of. He still had not grasped the whole dress code thing. Sprache wasn't fond of shirts to begin with, he barely tolerated pants and if given the choice, he would be forever wearing nothing over his chest. The exact opposite of nothing would be the ridiculous contraption Sofia gave him to wear while he was out in the audience. The dress, a "Tux" as she called it, was a cumbersome mess of an outfit that seemed entirely designed to constrict blood flow and limit motor skills. It also itched, why did she give him something the itched? The jerk.

So Sprache found his seat, eventually. Apparently butt shape was carefully matched with the pieces of dead tree that everyone was carrying and that Sprache's butt occupying their perfectly crafted butt receptacle was a sin against God, so eventually Sprache managed to match his ticket to his butt and find the right seat, as arduous a task as that was. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, the adventure did not end there. As the other audience members finished filtering in, Sprache was paying very close attention to those around him attempting to learn how he was supposed act during one of these "concerts." Sprache played with the word in his mind a bit as he looked over at the man sitting next to him. He was grabbing the glass he had by the stem with his whole hand...that didn't look structurally sound at all. If he was attacked by a bird right now there was no way he'd keep his liquid. Sprache tried to mimic the way he was sitting as well, was that how people sat at concerts? This was...not remotely comfortable. He attempted to mirror the way he was placing his hands as well and it would seem that the man took notice of the strange person next to him strangely contorting himself in to a pretentious pretzel and then immediately got up and left. He must have been intimidated by how good he was at sitting. He also left the red liquid behind that he was drinking, why was the water red? Was it blood? Sprache bent down to give it a smell, no, not blood. Blood wasn't that sweet. What was it? Sprache sloshed the liquid around a bit, more viscous than water too.

The music played before he could further investigate the liquid and the first thing he noticed was Sofia. Partially because he was looking for her because the last thing he wanted was to be at the wrong concert and learning improper sitting techniques, but also because they were trying really hard to showcase the woman. She was impressive, of course, she always was and seemed to control the sounds from her Wood Club rather masterfully. Even Sprache who was still learning, basically everything, was able to decipher that. Though what was more impressive to Sprache was everyone else. He had heard Sofia play before, but she was alone. She was wonderful, she was beautiful, but there was something to be said for so many different sounds, so many different voices, combining together for a larger whole. He had not really seen that before, having just gotten to listen to the woman alone, and that was what enraptured him the most. His eyes eagerly scanned through the orchestra, attempting to identify which sounds each instrument, another word he learned, was for. He was getting so relaxed and comfortable that he didn't notice what he did next as the liquid touched his lips.

Forget the music, what in the world did he just drink? Sprache's head jerked back as his eyes scrolled down to the red liquid in his hand. It was sweet, but he knew that from the smell. There was something else in there, a different taste he couldn't quite find a parallel for. He took another drink, the feeling hit him again. A strange kind of naggingly persistent warmth. It was...well strange was a good word for it. Curiosity demanded another sip, then another, then another, and then there was none of that magic red liquid left and all that remained was sadness. His eyes returned, this time to Sofia, as he fought off the calming sensation of her music and the magic red liquid. Clearly the tonic he drank was poison and the other man left it because he was about to spontaneously combust. Sofia really needed to finish her wood clubbing as he needed assistance, but at the same time he was enjoying it. Why did she make him wear a damn "tux" again?


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Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:47 pm
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ENTER THE DEPTHS

Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: N/A - Word Count: N/A

Here’s my valid guest slip.”


Niflheim’s words had been soft, melodic as she handed the man at the door that strange piece of paper she had gotten from a booth that had been outside the theatre this event had been housed in. To any that had spiritual awareness the elect’s energy would have been dimmed. . Nearly inexistent to the point it wouldn’t merit scrutiny even among her quincy compatriots. There was a purpose behind this, she didn’t want to be recognized at this point in time, she wished to observe the entire reason for her coming here a little longer, and that was Sofia Montero, a girl who hailed from the montero family, of fairly old-lineage that after extensive research niflheim had found was not exactly prominent on the world scene in recent years. Now the question was why was the elect personally coming out here, rather than being sought out? Well, recently she had been in constant contact via message with this individual, and even with all the world’s technological advancements there was a good chance that miss montero while maybe having a slight clue as to what the elect looked like, wouldn’t be able to identify her solely from her looks even within this prestigious crowd.


Yet as she pushed open the doors, the nobility/ affluent people quickly took notice of her, with her snow white skin, and the poise of a queen it was hard not to, even if she had shucked her favored quincy robes for a pair of simple bleach-fronted gray jeans, with combat boots and an I ❤ Archery shirt that was only covered by a fleece lined white hoodie. The only recognizably quincy item she still carried upon her being was her earrings. Silver hoop-back earrings which at the bottom had the quincy emblem dangling from them, tiny 5 pointed and made of silver. She had made her way through the crowd, even as whispered trailed behind her. The hateful remarks of women who envied her ethereal snow-kissed skin, or men whose lustful wanton ways had them whispering of how they’d make her swoon. She ignored them all and sat down quietly and soundlessly in her seat. It wasn’t near the front, however it wasn’t near the back either, so she was surrounded by enough bodies that it might throw off what little signature that she had left.


So finding her would be a challenge, but it also had been done partially on purpose It was a test to see on what level this girl who had sought her out was, and the reason she hadn’t come with an entourage was simple. She wished to assess this girl as someone she wouldn’t recognize. So when she noticed one of her Captains going towards the backstage she exhaled slowly. She didn’t want any unneeded interruptions, and that was when she would through her ability, C the Control, manipulated a strand of reishi and imbedded a thought within it, the same way that allowed her to imbed concepts within them, the concept she had embedded within this one was “Message” hence it allowed her to send this simple message to the captain of the Daten, Toshiko Kamenashi.


”..Miss Kamenashi, Let’s observe for a bit longer before we make ourselves apparent to the girl okay? I’m playing a game with her right now.”


It was a request, but it was a firm request. As at least for the moment it was not her place to interrupt the songs to come, she was waiting until the performance truly ended, and the game actually was quite simple. If Miss Montero could single her out in the crowd before she finished her performance, than the leader of the quincy would be more than impressed with her and it would be her win. If she didn’t, than Niflheim would wait until the performance was over, and then would greet her and explain who she was and why she was here. Now though, to make the game more fun, she discreetly had displaced her reishi into several points among the crowd, the tendrils following back to her being so minute that it and intermingled with the seven totally mundane and rather normal people, that it’d most likely take a decent amount of time for Miss Montero to figure it out, but then again that was the fun of it right? She had on her earrings, ones that’d identify her for who she was, but everything else about her was obscured, hidden, and displaced. Which left just one thing. For her to enjoy the music, and see how keen this potential new recruit or recruits, since she could vaguely sense another quincy on stage that she did not know at all, would handle the situation.


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Wed Nov 16, 2016 9:33 am


"Growth and Change come to All."



Aim and Fire.

I'm pretty horribly out of place here… The man who had walked into the hall thought to himself, giving little attention to the look at the doorman had given him. This was his nicest cloak. It was absolutely the best attire which he had to offer. He was obviously a bit uncomfortable, but disguised it beneath his aloof appearance. He looked so terribly out of place.

He wore a dull green cloak around his body, with a raiment which looked more like it belonged in the fifteen hundreds than at a concert. Doesn't really matter. He tried to calm himself down again. Gift did not like crowds. He especially did not like crowds that were formed from people whose ancestors had likely done the kinds of things which Gift himself despised. Who knew? Perhaps he had been the reaper for some of them.

As things were, however, they simply parted to allow him passage. For a moment, he reflected on why he was here, trying to take his mind off of his present circumstance as he tried to find a place to stand inside of the door way. That woman had invited him here, and told him that he had to come. At first, he had absolutely thought to ignore her offer… but over time had come to change his mind. After all, there was nothing inherently sinister about music. He himself enjoyed playing on the ocarina every once in a while. It was something he had discovered long ago, and he picked up folk music whenever he got the chance.

More importantly, there was nothing else he specifically had to do. So he decided to… engage… with, no, that was not why he was here. He was here to listen to music. The first piece soon began, and Gift finally felt himself starting to relax. It was just like when hearing the sound of wood as it was chopped into pieces for a campfire, or the sound of the animals in the forest acting in harmony to create a beautiful sound. One simply… existed to it.

But then, he noticed something almost as out of place as he was. Someone else who did not quite fit in. In nature, it was a sin not to fit in… it made you noticed, and noticed usually lead to your innards serving as a meal. He could not help but have a small chuckle at this man's expense while he attempted to manhandle his wineglass. He let his gaze drift after that; he felt like he was staring.

Then someone walked by him. Someone who at first, he noticed because they were also out of dress code. Someone who at second, he realized was a Vandenreich executive. Immediately, he was stunned into silence. It was likely this woman would recognize him as well; he had… his run ins with their little group. I guess I should have expected as much. He thought a bit sourly to himself, wondering if he should just leave right then. He almost did not feel safe.

To say things were tense between Gift and that organization was an understatement. They had tried to have him recruited, eliminate him, recruit him, and the cycle repeated. He wondered if this was yet another ploy for such… but he could not help but recall the way that the woman had urged him to come. His earrings shone on either ear, the twin fairies that made up his Quincy bangle clear for the world to see. He was an odd one from their perspective, for sure. As if he would enter somewhere like this unarmed. It was the perfect place for an ambush. With this many people around, getting out would be nearly impossible. Gift's eyes scanned the venue, noting each location where such a thing as an assassin could be waiting…

But then, he heard something. His eyes drifted back to the stage, and there, the woman who had invited him began to strike up a number. For a moment, he paused, simply basking in the sound as his eyes closed a bit, letting himself relax. I'm here for the music, right…? Not for anything else… just that. That was why she wanted me to come… His body finally relaxed, and he supposed that he would wait by that entranceway, wait and see…

God, this is uncomfortable.


"Winds through the Prairie."




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