FINE, WE'RE DAMAGED | O, MUSIC

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    At any rate, the feline had leaned back against a tree and had fitted the earbuds into his ears, gazing down at the device and scrolling through the music until he found a song he recognized and began to play it. It didn't take long for the melody and the harmony to captivate him and prompt him to relax. "Hey Jude, don't be afraid...hmm, hmm..." he briefly sang and hummed along respectively at a quiet volume, unable to hear the soft quality of his voice over that of the original vocalist. [/fancypost]
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    MY FAVORITE WAY TO DIE ——— ･ﾟ★ ☾ 31/DEC

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Jessie also had quite a soft spot for music. She'd always sing when she got distracted, and had quite the talent for it- however, unlike most good qualities she had, the bodyguard often did not exhibit this fact. Hearing Euph's soft singing- only for a brief second, but it was enought to interest her significantly- the femme skipped over, he blue gaze soft and warm as she exclaimed in her sing-song voice, "Oh, you sing very nicely! What song might that be? I feel as if I might have heard it somewhere...?" Of course, she was unaware that perhaps Euphemia wasn't able to hear her, over the music he was playing.


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    Music.


    It had been Josh's life. The reason he used to keep himself alive and well as a human was for music. After all, he had been the drummer and only instrumental only member of the band. Tyler knew how to play piano and keyboard, sure, but most of their songs relied on his beat. And while Josh was glad to have his drums back he still didn't feel comfortable. Maybe that was because Tyler wasn't there. Maybe it was because he couldn't play like he could as a human. So many possibilities lie for the simple truth, not that he cares to admit such things.


    The music coming from Euphemia's direction caught his ears. As he trotted near he glanced over the femme with slightly amusement and nodded. "You know...I used to be a drummer..." he brought up casually as he slicked over.
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    info | updated 12/31/16
    info | updated 12/31/16

    [size=8]The bodyguard had come from a place where music was unheard of, and quite foreign. So the singing lured him over simply out of slight curiosity, but he was unsure of the tone of voice that was so different from a speaking tone. It was just very odd for him, but he knew what music was. He just never heard it in person, save for the times he heard drunken creatures wail their out of tone tunes from the darkness of the slums. Upon hearing Josh's statement, the mutt turned to him, face neutral but mildly confused. "A drummer..?" He murmured in an inquiry. He had little, if no idea what that was.


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    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — ryuunosuke akutagawa "ryu"
    — twelve moons
    — male; he/him
    — bodyguard of colouredclan [hp]
    — npc xx npc
    — based off akutagawa from bungou stray dogs


    APPEARANCE
    main ref | with cape | with rashomon
    — medium-sized, lanky, long limbs
    — black collie mix with white cheeks and eyebrows
    — floppy ears
    — sharp silver eyes reflect mood
    — coughs frequently
    — always wears cravat and cloak
    — currently in poor condition


    BATTLE TAGS
    — hard without powers
    — will start fights, will finish them
    — electricity, water, earth elements
    — conjuration
    — memory/emotional manipulation
    — molecular manipulation
    — can conjure "rashomon" from cloak
    — with "rashomon" he is extreme
    — yes to mild/moderate injury; no kill

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    Mhm. The black dipped domestic feline approached the group, his mismatched orbs apprehensive as the musical notes reached his pointed ears; the last time someone had been singing, they had been weaving their Siren powers into it. It had not felt great to be magically lured in like a bug to a spider's web. But it seemed like Euphemia did not carry the same abilities and Nefariouskit relaxed down onto his stomach once he came within a few feet of his singing clanmate. "Where did you learn to play?" he'd inquire quietly, heterochromatic gaze slipping over the instrument.
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    tags (updated 12/21)

    tags (updated 12/21)