Apr 03 20:23:25 106 PA
From Chronicles
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Its a serene evening in the Library. The lights are dim and the peace of of the place seems enhanced. Underneath it though are subtle kinetics, air currents and eddies. Normally beyond notice, but tonight their is a facet to their attention. Tirzah is floating amongst them see. Suspended at their mercy in a giant bubble. Not trapped though, her serenity is a match for that of the library itself as she is laid back and reading a book in the bubble. The physics of the exercise are intriguing. presumably the air inside her bubbly is quite hot, granting her neutral buoyancy at room temperature. Strictly maintained and controlled, hot enough to keep her aloof while remaining safe to the book. Its like a meditation.
Kid slips into the garden quietly. She should be at work at the Alibi, but has occasionally taken to using a little jury rigged randomizer to occasionally dip out of the club without letting the music stop on those days that don't require so much of her attention to keep things going. Sundays are like that, so she's stepped out for a few hours, the customers dancing away unknowing. She comes into the garden with her smaller keyboard under one arm, glancing about as she enters. Not too many here. Then she looks upward a bit and sees the bubble with someone inside of it. That stops her in her tracks, her expression darkening as she eyes it with some visible trepidation.
The bubble containing the oblivious Tirzah slowly descends as it rides a cooler air current from a vent above. The pace is ponderous, almost no momentum at all. That was actually a key to the exercise because if she falls too heavily she couldn't really do any damage, but she could startle a passer by or knock something over. So the descent takes several minutes, not that Tirzah minds. She came to read until late, and exercise elemental peace.
Kid eyes the bubble uncertainly, giving it a good deal of space as she moves to a spot within eyeshot, but not nearby. She recognizes the person within, but the open display of power seems to unnerve her. Still, her prior purpose seems to keep her from simply turning tail. Instead, she tries her best to ignore the bubble drifting and focuses instead on her keyboard. She settles down, picking an empty piece of ground that isn't path, legs crossed. With her keyboard balanced on her legs, she'll spend a few moments getting into the proper mindset, turning the device on and preparing it before she sees fit to get started. It will begin slowly at first. The young woman playing a few light, unconnected notes. Letting the idea in her mind develop slowly before she starts to play something that comes straight from her imagination. As such it is messy and not completely coherent, but her talent with the instrument is noticeable.
Tirzah's concentration is nudged and the bubble lurches slightly to a side as she subconsciously reacts to another presence. She barely notices the new element, a source of heat in the room it affects the air currents, but even for her it's minuscule. And the book is captivating. But when the notes begin to fill the air around her her attention is hard to deny. The vibrating sounds echo up from Kid to resonate inside the bubble. But inside the bubble there is no messyness, and the minor lack of coherence is glossed over. The opaque surface filtering the sounds, only letting pure chords through. Inside the bubble Tirzah hears audio beauty and turns over to look at Kid in wonder.
Once Kid starts to play, it becomes easier to ignore other things around her. The electronic instrument is set to play an odd, tonal sound that is reminiscent of a glass bell, though it doesn't mimic the sound perfectly. The emotion of the music is neutral, the pace modest. Though she pauses not too far in, her hands lifting from the keyboard. She considers for a moment before they dip and she plays again, slowly starting to draw a common rhythm from the mess of what has been rolling through her mind, prompting her to try and coax it into something neat.
Her book forgotten Tirzah gently drifts towards Kid and her amazing music. The bubble coming to a halt at a respectable distance for audience and observing. Her focus shifts to orbiting Kid and the wondrous music. Tirzah feels true awe at this. While she masters flashy parlor tricks Kid is creating beauty. She wonders why it never really appealed before now. She cringes slightly with regret at never pursuing music.
Well, beauty perhaps, though a rough sort. Far from professional quality, but the idea seems to take root easily with her. A brainstorm, of sorts. Her expression is relaxed as she plays. Focused enough that she misses Tirzah coming near. The tune she draws out isn't long. About twenty seconds before each repeat of it. The exact nature of it shifting each time she plays it, trying out new ways to do so, letting instinct push her this way or that. After a brief few minutes, she seems to find just what she wants, the shifts in the music evening out until the rough fragment takes shape. She still fumbles it occasionally, but the core of it seems to settle.
Tirzah listens in captivated wonder. Deathly still, often not breathing for minutes at a time. As if any sound of hers would desecrate the tomes coming through the film of the bubble. The underlying them remained the same but each repetition held a new intriguing quality. Like paths unexplored the music cycled through them with flawless selection. Its refinement in progress and as the pure product nears Tirzah can only wonder at how improvement was possible.
Kid finally seems to have powered through whatever mental storm drew her here as she finally ceases playing, her hands lifting, one dipping into her jacket to draw out a small handheld computer. Intent on her task, she taps a few buttons on the keyboard with the other one as she starts up the little machine with the thumb of the other. She acts quickly now, drawing out a small bit of patch cord, linking one end into the hand held, the other slid into a discreet port on the keyboard. Only takes her a few moments to start transferring to the little hand held, after which she relaxes some.
The music completed Tirzah finds herself overwhelmed "That was amazing!" She half shouts through the bubble, her voice distorted and possibly startling as the red haired girl had forgotten she moved closer. Hearing on voice echoing through the bubble she frowns and turns over. Collecting the book so she doesn't land on it she shifts to a sitting position before Saying "Pop it." and the bubble pops.
Kid is startled, jumping enough to almost unseat her keyboard and small computer, which she laid on the edge of her knee. But a quick hand keeps both from falling, her head snapping towards Tirzah just before the bubble pops. She eyes the fellow young woman with a careful expression, only glancing once towards the handheld to track it's progress as she murmurs, "Yeah.. thanks.." She keeps a careful hold on her tone in saying so, though there is, perhaps, a bit of honest thanks hidden beneath that enforced caution.
Tirzah blushes slightly at the startled friend. "Sorry." She says in a meek and now undistorted voice. "I kinda forgot myself. Where did you learn to make such pure music like that." She enquires with genuine interest. Her features animatedly curious as she gathers herself. Leaning over to leverage herself up to standing after her short landing.
Kid frowns ever so slightly, though it's more thoughtful than angry or upset. "I learned off a friend when I was younger.. don't think I'd call it pure, but I suppose everyone's got their own views on things." She shrugs and looks towards the handheld when it chimes, marking the end of its operations. She goes about disconnecting and putting away it and the cable afterward.
Tirzah cocks her head to one side as she tries to figure out Kid's reluctance. "Maybe you've just yet to be recognized." She offers kindly. "Sounded pretty amazing to me." She takes a moment to reflect a realize things get distorted by the bubble. "Could have been the bubble though." She offers in compromise. "Showed potential."
Kid frowns, this one hinting at a bit of displeasure at some aspect of Tirzah's words. But she seems inclined to not make an issue of whatever it is that tweaked her as she abruptly tries to change the subject. "So what was that whole.. bubble thing?" Not that she seems all that amazed by the tone of her voice. Some of that caution comes back to her in that moment, despite how she looks to clamp down on it.
Tirzah shrugs indifferently at the question, trying not to let her display get inflated. "Part parlor trick, part exercise, mostly meditation. And a relaxing way to read late into the evening. its really quite peaceful." She claims with a bright smile showing her renewed energies.
"I guess so." Skeptical is Kid, but she doesn't push there either, it seems. With her handheld and small length of cable stored, she devotes some attention to the keyboard. Lightly turning it off, treating the machine with a casual care. Takes her a few to actually make a point to say, "Hope I didn't.. disturb you or anything." Perhaps not giving it the most convincing emotion, but she gives the platitude a try. "Didn't figure you'd notice."
Tirzah giggles, the contrast between her perception and Kids noticed. "My dear, you can disturb me with those tones and chords any time you like." She offers with a slight cackle. "Its well worth the price. I think its time I meandered off anyway got an early morning tomorow. I'll see you around ok?"
Kid seems a touch uncertain how to take Tirzah's complimentary response. So she opts for middle of the road. "Alright." She remains seated for the moment as Tirzah indicates her coming departure. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, so probably." Her own tone not so light, nor with the casual warmth of friendship. More of a careful politeness.
Tirzah catches an air of intimidation from Kid, realizing her display may have made the girl edgy but shrugs it off as she heads out. Policy number one of this city was not to let it mold her into what it thought it needed her to be. She would not be a standard material to it. She would not conform. So if people are unsettled, tough, the world outside the city knows no sympathy. Tirzah could see why. Tags: kid, tirzah
