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[He didn't know what sudden whim had prompted him to suddenly test the extent of the gift he'd been bestowed, turning on the feed to one of the more spacious rooms of Draupnir with him sitting neatly at the piano. Maybe it was the lack of any proper sleep over the last several days as some may notice at this point, but he begins with a short piece that should do more than enough to stir feelings of nostalgia and comfort to those who hear it, perhaps even coax into a warm sense of tiredness. Those close enough might find their surroundings thinly veiled by fog, but it was little enough that they might not even notice after some distance.

However, the music evolves into another melody that quickly disperses the somber peace of before and replaces it with a sense of urgency, sadness, but at the same time an overwhelming hope and plea. Those who knew Eyes Rutherford personally would never have suspected such strong emotions were coming from his creation, and te powerful loneliness would be the most poignant of anything else felt.

But halfway through his hands stop and fall to his sides, the pianist closing his eyes and bowing his head almost as though in prayer as the soft illusions created by him fade. He won't finish it just yet.]

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[She listens, entranced by the music. It brings memories of her time with her Master as he plays, and she almost begins to nod off warmly when the second song starts up. And suddenly...

She's crying. It's not a violent spat of tears as usual; even as she listens, she's not sure why she is crying, only that the sorrow in that song has moved her to tears. It's not until the song abruptly stops that she snaps out of her reverie.]

-Ah-- It stopped...

[The sound of Hibiki's voice is enough to open his eyes, noting the tears down her face through the video image. Were those tears of her own volition...?]

Are you disappointed, Hibiki?

[ once again, luka has come by another great find in draupnir theatre. she picks up on the sounds of a piano being played and she's simply drawn to it, approaching the room quietly to not disturb the pianist there.

the first melody makes her wish that someone else was here with her -- someone from home, someone, anyone -- so that she doesn't have to go through the motions of asgardian life by herself. it makes her a bit dazed, eyes lowering to slits as she continues to listen.

the second melody doesn't help. there is a sort of sadness and loneliness that she can take away from the piece. she yearns for someone she knows to be here, even if it's a terrible thought of her to be wishing for someone to be uprooted from their home but... if she's there, then someone else from her world should be too, right? somewhere, out there...

the piano stops and, for a moment, luka stands still outside that practice room. ]

... What a sad piece. [ she's not sure if she's saying that just because that's how it comes across to her, or because it's being left unfinished, for now ]

[Eyes hears Luka outside the room, but he doesn't turn in his seat to face her when she speaks up. What she had said was true, but he felt it to be too simple a way to describe the last piece he had played and to elaborate would be more than he felt like sharing at this moment.]

I would so there is more to it that that.

[It wasn't too long after Eyes began his melody that Nezumi quietly entered the room and leaned against the wall to listen. His eyes close as he takes it in, and then slowly open once more once the music suddenly stops.]

Impressive.

[It's not sarcastic or teasing. Nezumi is genuinely impressed.]

[ she's quiet for another moment, trying to remember the melody of the piece he's just played. she tries to hum it, remembering as best as she can, but it doesn't sound quite right. she's not sure whether it's just her not remembering it correctly, not being able to pick it up by ear as quickly, or because she isn't quite sure of the meaning behind it.

there's more to it -- she just knows it, but at the same time she doesn't. ]

I feel that there's more to it but... I don't think I can put words to it, yet.

It's rather little. [Or to him it was, even now he held back immensely on what he truly wanted to express or play. But the compliment was appreciated nevertheless.]

I'm sure you're capable of something similar.

There is, but that's for you to discover on your own. [Though the attempts to recreate it through her voice was a start, even if he had no intention of replaying the piece right now.]

It's the same for all music, and the individual spirit of each person behind it.

I can play the piano, but it's no passion of mine.

[He won't admit that Eyes' playing was probably much better than his own, but he will stand straight off of the wall and casually crack his neck.]

Are you going to finish it?

Huh? N-no, it's just-

[Well, in a way she is a little, but...]

...It was so beautiful.

[ To be honest, she isn't sure how long she's been wandering the grey, somber world -- the rare splashes of colour a brilliant contrast against the melancholy shade. Her feet have begun to ache, but she refuses to still quite yet, determined to see every last inch of this place -- or at least as much as she can cover on foot in a day's time -- before she crumples into her bed, and ends the first day of her time here.

It's within the halls of Draupnir that the enchanting melody calls her.

Not wanting to disturb the pianist -- his fingers seem to glide over the keys as if they're an extension of him, instead of the piano's possessions -- she stands in the entrance, listening wordlessly. Her weight is pinned against the doorframe, her blonde strands messy from her walk, and for the first time she allows herself to feel the weight of being so far from home. ]

Oh.

[ Leonie balls her fingers, using her thumb to quickly brush away a tear that spills from her eyes. She is not crying. She is especially not crying in the company of a stranger, who she is already disturbing. His hands fall to his sides, and she can feel more of the tears rising, a breathless laugh filling the resonating silence that follows. ]

You're really good.

[ There. Small talk. Not crying. ]

[As the music fills the hall of the Draupnir, Aladdin follows the wondrous melody. it doesn't take him long to find the room where the music was coming from. He slips inside and quietly watches Eye play, feelings tugging at his heartstrings. When the music suddenly stop, he makes a soft sound of disappoint by accident.]

Capabilities such as these aren't likely to be limited to only one instrument. But no, I don't intend to finish it.

[It would be tiring in many ways for him to.]

If there is something else you would want me to play, I could attempt to. [He wasn't sure what emotions and memories he may have stirred in her, but leaving her like as she was didn't sit well with him.]

[She balls her hands up and uses them to wipe away the tears even as she shakes her head.]

No, it's- It's fine. I'm just glad I got to listen to those songs you played just now...

You know? I never got to hear you play before... You're amazing, Rutherford-san!

[Of all things, he wasn't expecting laughter from anyone who happened to overhear his impromptu performance. Glancing back at the woman, he can only nod at her words given he had never seen her before. It was clear, however, that what he had played had affected her profoundly.]

So I've been told since childhood. Have you ever heard other performances?

Why not? I'm sure you could make a pretty penny off of playing like that.

[ She stands still for a moment, rocking on her heels once before she finally decides to answer the male sitting at the piano with a nod, her thumb returning to thieve away a few more tears before they can find her cheeks. ]

Ah, my mother, when I was really little. I can't remember much of it, though. Many of the young women where I'm from are expected to learn, but I --

[ She circles her wrist to fill the lapse in words, searching for the right ones. ]

I guess I just never got around to it. You must really love it, to have become that good.

[Well, disappointment after the last piece wasn't quite what he had expected and the faint traces of amusement on his face hint at it.]

You wish for more of what has been happening?

You are asking me to further take advantage of my control over the emotions of others to benefit myself?

[Not that he already doesn't, he just wanted to clarify.]

I can't think of much else that you would do with it. [He has the power himself, so.]

You've never heard my performances before? [Then again, he hadn't seen her in the theatre that often...]

That's partly the reason why. [Music always gave him the liberty to express himself in ways he had long pushed back and forgotten how to, though the real truth of how his skills were refined from a young age was much more morbid than that.]

A shame you didn't go through with it, but there is still a possibility to continue wouldn't you say?

I already happen to do so in my world, though my efforts to do that have not reached as far here.

[He's held himself back plenty, honestly.]

[ A little more composed now that the music has halted, the lingering after tones purged from the air, she folds her arms over her chest as she lingers against the door frame. ]

Only partly?

[ His inquiry catches her off guard, and she blinks, pausing to mull over it a moment. ] Maybe. All I remember is hot cross buns, and even that I'm a little rusty on, though. If you're ever in the mood to give lessons, I'd be interested -- I just don't have the means to compensate you yet.

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