Concerto Un : The Prodigial Explorer

There he was - just another face in the crowd, at first. One with rather weird clothing, but that didn't mean too much in this day and age. But for the few people that knew him, his appearance here was quite weird - after all, Ezreal, the Prodigal Explorer, wasn't really known for being a person to hang around a crowded place like Karakura. It held nothing to discover for him, nothing interesting - but even the best explorer had to eat from time to time, or sleep. And while neither were really, so to say, required because of his body - doing it from time to time kept him in touch with being human. The last thing the Quincy wanted was to become a machine in soul as well as body.
So there he was, walking through the park, chewing on some Teriyaki he just bought - when a beautiful tone could be heard. Normally, Ezreal didn't care THAT much for music, but something this... wonderful captivated even him, but also because the music had some... odd ring to it. Like something was hidden inside of it - as an explorer with quite the experience, he was trained in noticing such things!
Closing his eyes for a split second, Ezreal concentrated. Using his AI would've made this process easier, but also a whole lot less fun - and so it took the Quincy a short moment to piece it together. Using his limited, but existing, knowledge of music and tones, his mind went through possibilities and combinations, until...
//Of course, how easy! Well, not easy, but understandable. Hm... That's quite something. Who would be able to play in a tone such as this?//

Turning towards the source for the music for the first time, Ezreal's jaw almost fell to the floor. That musician was gorgeous! Thankfully, he was able to contain his initial amazement and just focus on the music - That he was probably the only person understanding the message within it certainly helped, since it took his mind off of the obvious things.
Oddly enough, the message had quite the... sad sound to it. And Ezreal, being quite the lighthearted guy when he could get away with it, didn't like that - and if he was the only one here to understand, then he should use that fact! Doing so would be difficult, though - just going up and speaking to this person seemed incredibly rude after she had used such an elegant matter of expression. So instead, the prodigal explorer threw the rests of his meal into the nearest trash bin, and reached for something he kept in one of his pockets.

It was a flute, an ancient one at that. Made from the bone of some strange creature, the sounds produced by this thing had no special properties, besides sounding really, really good - obviously, Ezreal wouldn't carry an actually dangerous artifact around with him. At least not often. As a Quincy he wasn't really the best musician one could imagine, his training had been quite some time ago - but now, being partially a machine helped out. Precision movements of the fingers were incredibly easy for someone like him to perform, and by accessing his internal database, he'd be able to reply to this girl... In the same way she had spoken in the first place. As his lips touched the instrument, his soft melody flooded into the air of the park, and over to the Sugiura.

Sitting there alone, thinking no one hears
What a terrible thing, to be so lost, but nothing is as it seems
Notes of old and new, language forgotten, I understand them all
To know all truths, that is my goal
The truth of your music, I can hear it clearly
Please, tell me more of this world of melody

Well, that was a rather unexpected reply. One moment, Ezreal was playing his flute to try out the code himself, when his entire field of view turned white from pain. He WAS a cyborg, but that didn't mean he was immune to pain... especially when powered down. It was a wonder that he didn't completely fall over, although his legs still started shaking quite a bit, with him holding his crown jewels with an expression that was both pained and as if he were screaming WHY, although he made no actual sound apart from a short grunt of pain when the beam actually hit.
Slowly, his vision returned from behind slightly watery eyes now, and the girl had seemingly... floated? ... closer. Thankfully Ezreal's mind was always working at high speeds or he might've not understood her this time, but all the words reached him easily enough through the music.
"I'm... fine..." At least those two words were spoken normally this time, as Ezreal was trying to not look as miserable, even managing a small, but bright smile at this girl. And no, that smile was totally not because he had just seen right down her dress, no... In a way he was now grateful for the pain blocking out any other reactions. She seemed to happy for him to get really angry... And he knew a bit about misguided power, he accidentally broke a lot of things before he got the hang of his cybernetics. Standing up straight again - although a simple breeze could probably knock him right back over - he raised the flute again - his music wasn't nearly as good as hers, but it seemed acceptable.
I know a lot of codes and cyphers, I'm a man of exploration and knowledge. The name is Ezreal, but sadly, my music isn't nearly as good as yours. The tones were flowing out of him easily, and while nobody else would probably understand it around here, that was fine - just talking to this girl was interesting to him. Although he did hope she wasn't going to accidentally laser him into the balls again, cause that still hurt right now. He could turn off the pain receptors in his body, but he liked actually not feeling like a machine!