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westwhere2021-08-09 07:53 pm
descendency) wrote in westwhere2021-08-09 07:53 pm
life's tragedies are easy to overcome / 生劫易渡
WHO: resident angel of music and YOU (and whatever hapless bystander is right next to you.)
WHEN: whilst we hustle for Macaluso's favor for our dear Odile
WHERE: some scenic location in the setting sun, romantic and serene
WHAT: mingyu is playing the erhu to set the mood for the sweet(???) budding couple. his song fills the hearts of all those who hear it with aching, bittersweet longing, a yearning to love and be loved, are possessed of the notion that there is no more ideal partner than the one beside you! the effects will linger, ebbing over the next few days, even weeks. oocly this can do whatever you want, it can affect your character a little, a lot, skip over them entirely. whatever is most fun! essentially this kind of magic isn't something mingyu has practiced a lot, so while he can make it do what he wants it to do, his aim is not as... precise... as it might otherwise prove. an airstrike vs. sniper approach to a problem.
WARNINGS: shenanigans
A street musician sets up in a quiet alcove as the sun starts to set over Taravast, waters turning to gold in the fading light. It's a strange, foreign instrument the stranger plays, perched upright in his chair. When he draws the bow, a haunting, mournful note is wrought from the strings, drawing out into a melancholy melody. It's somehow clear as day, as the song goes on. This song is meant for two voices, joined in song, in love, in life, and beyond. That understanding soaks into the audience, able to almost, almost, so very nearly hear the duet and yet there is only the solitary sound of the strings.
It carves dissonance into the listener's heart, a grief and longing that demands remedy.
Mingyu pours himself into every note, shuts his eyes beneath the mask and remembers. His empty bed. The silence. The stillness. He sways with his music, weaving his magic through the air, until it's saturated with his heartache and regret.
The song amplifies existing emotions and plants seeds in barren soil, emotions spurred on by the underlying fear of regret caused by inaction. Those affected will feel driven to do something, anything about these awoken affections, lest the depths of Mingyu's grief become their future.
As the last note of Mingyu's song fades, he stops himself, breathes, counts to ten, and starts a new song to maintain his image as a street musician and nothing more. This song has no magical effects, though his hands are a little clumsier to start. The music smooths out as he composes himself, and he makes his departure after finishing a short set of similar music.
WHEN: whilst we hustle for Macaluso's favor for our dear Odile
WHERE: some scenic location in the setting sun, romantic and serene
WHAT: mingyu is playing the erhu to set the mood for the sweet(???) budding couple. his song fills the hearts of all those who hear it with aching, bittersweet longing, a yearning to love and be loved, are possessed of the notion that there is no more ideal partner than the one beside you! the effects will linger, ebbing over the next few days, even weeks. oocly this can do whatever you want, it can affect your character a little, a lot, skip over them entirely. whatever is most fun! essentially this kind of magic isn't something mingyu has practiced a lot, so while he can make it do what he wants it to do, his aim is not as... precise... as it might otherwise prove. an airstrike vs. sniper approach to a problem.
WARNINGS: shenanigans
A street musician sets up in a quiet alcove as the sun starts to set over Taravast, waters turning to gold in the fading light. It's a strange, foreign instrument the stranger plays, perched upright in his chair. When he draws the bow, a haunting, mournful note is wrought from the strings, drawing out into a melancholy melody. It's somehow clear as day, as the song goes on. This song is meant for two voices, joined in song, in love, in life, and beyond. That understanding soaks into the audience, able to almost, almost, so very nearly hear the duet and yet there is only the solitary sound of the strings.
It carves dissonance into the listener's heart, a grief and longing that demands remedy.
Mingyu pours himself into every note, shuts his eyes beneath the mask and remembers. His empty bed. The silence. The stillness. He sways with his music, weaving his magic through the air, until it's saturated with his heartache and regret.
The song amplifies existing emotions and plants seeds in barren soil, emotions spurred on by the underlying fear of regret caused by inaction. Those affected will feel driven to do something, anything about these awoken affections, lest the depths of Mingyu's grief become their future.
As the last note of Mingyu's song fades, he stops himself, breathes, counts to ten, and starts a new song to maintain his image as a street musician and nothing more. This song has no magical effects, though his hands are a little clumsier to start. The music smooths out as he composes himself, and he makes his departure after finishing a short set of similar music.
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Fox needed that sort of thing. He wasn't the type who was good at filtering himself or holding back. Being able to, being expected to cover up this way would level the playing field for him a bit.
Mingyu ruffled his hair fondly.
"What, did you think the Bai dynasty would be called that if we didn't have a couple pieces of our own? It wasn't either of my parents' main area of study, but... I mean, they made me take music lessons until the day they died. I just, you know." His face fell, just a little, just because it was Fox, and then he was smiling quietly again, shrugging his shoulders casually.
"You know how I was with magic, before."
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"... Yeah. I know."
To both parts. There wasn't any part in making Mingyu go deeper into it.
He leaned over, let his fingers graze over the tuning pegs of the erhu. "Just be careful. Okay? That kind of magic-- I mean, I don't know how much you noticed while you were playing it, but you weren't only hitting the target."