Jun 18 00:22:20 105 PA
From Chronicles
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The park is all but empty after the witching hour. Which might be why Kid is here, settled on a bench along one of the paths. A nearby light shines down on her as she rolls her fingers carefully across the keyboard on her lap. Though the volume is low, the sound carries with so little background noise to work against it. The clear notes of a classical piano rolling from the device as she plays. It sounds like she's trying to compose something new, but creation does not go smoothly. She starts and stops as one melody rolls along and shakes itself apart. Starting with another that lasts about as long before she seems to lose steam. Her lips a pressed into a firm, straight line, brow slightly creased with annoyance as she worries at the various tidbits of music intently.
The park is all but empty after the witching hour. Which might be why Kid is here, settled on a bench along one of the paths. A nearby light shines down on her as she rolls her fingers carefully across the keyboard on her lap. Though the volume is low, the sound carries with so little background noise to work against it. The clear notes of a classical piano rolling from the device as she plays. It sounds like she's trying to compose something new, but creation does not go smoothly. She starts and stops as one melody rolls along and shakes itself apart. Starting with another that lasts about as long before she seems to lose steam. Her lips a pressed into a firm, straight line, brow slightly creased with annoyance as she worries at the various tidbits of music intently.
Ah, the witching hour. It is usually such a calm (or calming) time to be out and about. The small woman is usually out simply because it is much calmer and quieter than during earlier times of day. Perhaps the music is a part of what draws her further into the park, though she often ventures here. Stepping quietly within, she pauses only a step or two inside the park, the great white polar bear stopping next to her and whuffing softly. Reaching his nose down, Tornaq lightly touches Monique's shoulder, then turns his gaze in the direction that the music is coming from, studying it and considering it for a lingering moment, lifting one of his large front paws and merely holding it aloft for a moment as though to display the sharp claws before he places the paw on the ground again. The petite Inuit woman tilts her head slightly to one side, looking up at the great white bear, and then she says something nearly in a whisper, in her native Inuit language, to which the bear actually seems to give a small and single nod. What little light is here seems to find and linger on Tornaq, while seeming at the same time almost to overlook the diminutive woman next to him.
And it's to here that Kesslan has come this night, seeking some peace from the hefty and constant noise he's deluged with while he works at the Electric Joy in Dregtown. Not to mention the hideous glare that so far, he seems to be the only one capable of noticing, but thats another story for another time. On the whole however it is the noise he now hears in the park that slowly draws him in Kid's direction, for it's a kind of music.. or noise at least that is significantly different from any other he'd yet heard, and being a feline and a terribly currious sort, he of cousre just -had- to go see what it was all about.
Kid frowns darkly after another fumble, one of her hands clenching into a tight fist. For a moment, it might seem she'd actually strike the instrument, but after a moment her fingers relax and she breathes out a huff of breath. So there will be a spot of silence for a few moments as she considers. She will start to play again, slower this time at first. Still with the sound of a piano ringing out. Soft, almost lazy the pace of this new song. One she seems to know better as she plays it with with a steady confidence. Her eyes lowered, attention fixed on the sound and the movement of her fingers. a simple set of high notes blended with lower ones as she moves into the body of the song itself. Approaching people? She won't notice them at first.
Tornaq whuffs again, then expels a grumbling sort of rumble from within his chest before nosing at Monique's shoulder again. Looking up at the great white bear, the small Inuit woman quirks a bit of a smile, then reaches out to touch his front leg near to her. After giving him a small nod, she speaks again in her native tongue before both bear and woman start to move forward, this time angling their path towards the apparent musician. Though Monique doesn't recognize the instrument she hears, she can certainly appreciate the music which is being played... when it's played and let to sing out, that is. As the small woman walks next to the bear, it is often that the fingers of one of her hands brush lightly against the bear's leg, which is merely a touch of familiarity between the pair and little more -- a sort of comfort derived from the nearness of one another, gained through the years they've travelled together.
Being that he's not traveling at a more casual pace that is typical of two friends walking along side one another and enjoying the moment, Kesslan it seems is the first to reach the source of the noise. A familar face apparently being the evil mind behind it all. For the time being the Pantheran seems to yet fail to notice the impending approach of Tornq and Monique, and he'd be considerably worried were he to do so. But at the moment there is only this strange music, and Kid being the source of it and so he comes to a slow stop before her, quietly regarding Kid for a few moments before speaking up to announce himself "Is well Kid? Make you this strange sound?"
Kid jerks when Kesslan speaks, even if its softly said. Of course, that lads to a jumble of notes, then silence from the keyboard. She snaps a glance up towards the feline man and frowns slightly at him. " Obviously," she replies a bit snappishly. Technically that could apply to either of the questions, though after a moment she clarifies, "I'm fine.." The sort of filler answer to such a question, given in a tone that is not all that 'fine' by the sound of it. A pause then as she eyes Kesslan. "What're you doing out here this late?" The music ended for the moment as she seems disinclined to jump back in just yet.
Drawing closer, the Inuit and the bear come to a pause, both listening and both watching. It is as Kesslan speaks that Monique's dark-eyed gaze shifts towards the pantheran, and there where her gaze lingers as she studies him. The small shaman remains silent, lifting a hand to lightly press her fingers against Tornaq's leg nearest to her, a movement which draws a rumble from the great beast. Shifting his stance, he adopts his usual protective pose, his gaze passing from one to the other of the others both here and near. It would seem that the agitation of the one creating the music has not escaped his attention, though little does escape him, even if he often does little about what he does notice.
The feline's hears flatten back slightly, certainly he'd not intended to supprise Kid in such a manner. "Was off work from, wish get away from noise of club, hurt ear after while yes? Hear new noise not hear before, come see what is. Expect did I not Kid." there's a brief moment where he falls silent then considering possible causes behind Kid snapping at him. "Mean not supprise you so. Hide did not approach." he points out then, and willing to leave it at that for he's certainly not going to excuse himself for Kid zoning out so deeply. "Music crafter is Kid?" he inquires then, pausing again this time, for he's started to notice the approach of Monique and her bear Tornaq, first an ear shifting then his head and a decided, yet slight sense of unease being expressed at that point.
Kid keeps a slight frown, though she doesn't seem to get any more agitated. "S'fine," she decides after a moment, a hand lifted in a casual wave, as if brushing aside the feline's concerns. A pause at the last question. "You mean this.." A sudden stop as she hears the rumble of the bear. Even if its a soft one, she'll hear it with that special ear of hers. Her head snapping to glance towards the source of the uncommon sound. Her expression becoming guarded as she notices the small woman and the large.. large bear. And white. It wouldn't be hard to guess this is the first time she's seen his like. But the distraction is brief and a natural shift of her attention is sent toward Kesslan. "You know her?" Asked, sensing something uncommon about Kesslan's manner. Unease not being something he shows often to your average person.
The great white bear's ears swivel a little, seeking sounds from the minute caused by night-creatures to the sounds of the voices which are near. Rumbling quietly, he lifts one of his front paws to hold it aloft, considering if there is need of his protective vigilance just yet or not. The small Inuit woman moves a little, to stand in front of the yet earth-planted front leg of the bear, shifting her position to lean ever-so-slightly against him. The spirit bear is aware of at least some of the emotions sifting from both the pantheran and the musician, and he shifts his large bulk somewhat, though not in a manner which is threatening, even though that one paw remains aloft. Monique's dark-eyed gaze passes between the pantheran and the musician, and for the time being, she lingers where she had stopped, unsure if her presence would be welcome at a closer range. She says something briefly in her native language, apparently forgetting herself for that moment, and then she lightly shakes her head as though perhaps to clear that momentary lack of consideration. "I am sorry... forgive me... I did not mean to intrude," she says softly, her tone thoughtful and touched with an accent which indicates rather clearly that english is her second language.
Markedly, Kid will soon be witness to a little something else she's likely not seen from Kesslan, a certain degree of humble appology. For the feline's ears perk up and his blank eyes go a little wide at the mention from Monique of her 'intruding'. Apparenlty not agreeing at all with that sentiment. The feline's body straightening and stiffening slightly at that point before he gives the small woman, or maybe it's the bear.. or even both a bow, his head and gaze turned away. "Is not intrusion to Kesslan." he says quite quickly. Though notably he still does not look up to Monique nor Tornaq "Forgiveness must I beg of you for time before. Knew I not of you both be touched by spirits. Encounter pair such as you before have I not." a brief pause before he finally straightens to look at first Monique, and then Tornaq "Ammends must I then offer you both for insult not intended. Only mindful be was ignorance of such things to fault as well, though blame in end mine is."
Kid snorts faintly. "People say that a lot," she remarks to no one in particular, though it is prompted by Monique's words for sure. Her eyes dipping to her keyboard. The fingers of her right hand twitch slightly, as if with some light eagerness. Of course, then Kesslan starts apologizing, which gets her attention up again, the girl's eyes narrowing slightly as she quite openly observes. She shoots the feline man a curious glance, obviously wondering about the 'time before'. But she seems set and determined to hold her tongue for the moment. Mutely processing the tidbits of information revealed by his words.
Monique tilts her head slightly to one side as her dark-eyed gaze settles upon the pantheran, studying him as she notes the difference in him now than a mere moment ago. Interesting and a little bit strange. The bow he offers surprises her, and she blinks a little in response to it, uncertain as to the purpose behind it yet accepting it at the same time. "There is no need of forgiveness to be given, Kesslan... the time before does not need it," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. "Tornaq and I, we are from far away... and what you said the time before was not taken as an insult. There is no place for blame, and I will not place any to you," she adds, a smile touching at the corners of her lips. Her attention turns to Kid, and then she lightly shakes her head. "If I am an intrusion, then I can leave you be," she adds, inclining her head slightly towards the musician, though once she has spoken, her attention returns to the pantheran.
"And yet slighted were you still unfairly." Kesslan responds then to Monique. "That far away from you be is not excuse for such thing. Uncommon yes, your kind is I find. Yet better way could I have of approached question. Make feel you unwelcome did I." there's a slight pause from Kesslan as he glances to Kid momentarily, knowing he could perhaps accidentally irritate her as well if he goes on too long. "So too there is matter of how my people view those touched by spirit. Those such as you and your..." there's another pause then, brought on by language barrier this time "by the one you travel with in friendship?" he asks then seeming uncertain of how to refer to Tornaq.
Kid only shrugs in response to Monique's offer, the rather light response to Kesslan's apology seeming to cause her to lose interest in whatever they're on about for the moment. She looks at her keyboard, considering the instrument for a few moments before she shifts her hands back into place, fingers splayed across the keys precisely. "It's called a bear, Kess." Indeed, there is a subtle tenseness to the girl's flinty tone. Her eyes flick upward, eyeing said bear. "Never seen a white one before, though." Then down go the eye again as she starts to play slowly. Slow, almost casual chords, mixing high and low tones into something that, while not exactly a song, is abstractly pleasant.
The petite Inuit woman raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she lightly shakes her head again, to deny at least a part of what he has said. "No, slighted I was not," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. She felt no slight from what he'd said then, nor had Tornaq. "You did not make me feel unwelcome with what you said -- please, do not worry over what you said. All is forgiven, if there is need for such," Monique comments, a smile touching at the corners of her lips. Her attention shifts to Kid, and she tilts her head slightly to one side as she listens, and she gives a small nod. "He and I are from far to the north, and the white bears are usually only there," she says thoughtfully, then looks to Kesslan again. "He has had many names put to him before... I consider him my companion, though. Someone who protects and is protected in turn," she adds, lifting her gaze to the great white bear briefly before she brings her attention back to the pantheran. "I have not met your kind before, to be able to know of how ones like Tornaq and myself are viewed," she muses. Tornaq, it seems, has settled somewhat, lowering his front paw to the ground and shifting into a stance which is more at ease, though still somewhat wary and protective.
Kesslan takes in the words from both Kid and Monique at this point, one ear swivling in Kid's direction as she starts fiddling with the musical instrument or.. synthesizer or what ever it is once more. The feline isnt really entirely certain what it is she's using really. His attention however, for the moment remains focused uppon Monique and Tornaq "Supprise me this does not. From what know, only I of my kind this world uppon remains alive. All claw save I dead. Been so much passing of claws that your kind seem call 'time'." he begins explaining "Where Kesslan from, world of Seriv, those touched by spirit rare are. Honored are, important are. Highest of all cast spirit caste is. Truth that Kesslan too is said be of this caste now, spriit warrior cast specific, yet such things I cannot do. Think I know why such deemed is, yet am I allways lesser of those such as you and your..." another brief pause as he tries out the unfamilar word "Commm-paaann-eee-on."
Kid goes quiet again, casually playing her chords in a languid manner. Though she continues to listen, the lighter playing allowing her more attention to devote outward. Amid Kesslan's words, towards the end of them, the girl silently gives her eyes a roll and her head a little shake. She pauses her play suddenly and considers, looking up to glance between the woman and the cat man idly. Might she say something? Not at this moment it seems as she decides to return her attention to her keyboard. She sits on a blench by one of the paths with Kesslan and Monique with her bear standing nearby. She has her practice keyboard laid across her lap, though it will be silent in the now as she toys with the myriad of controls on it, casually flipping through the various instruments programmed into it.
The petite Inuit woman isn't really sure what kind of instrument it is that Kid is using either, but at the moment, she isn't going to ask either. Curious and interested in Kesslan, and in what the pantheran has to say and, more than that, in how it is that he says it. Monique tilts her head slightly to one side, and then she ducks her chin slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks. "I am sorry, that you are the last of your kind," she says quietly, her tone holding respect within it. She's never met others like herself before, either. "I have not heard of Seriv before, I am sorry to say. Those touched by spirit are rare here, too... I think. There are many things that I cannot do, too," she says softly, her tone a little solemn and sincere. She's not the most skilled of people, after all, and she's usually the first to admit it. "I see you as no lesser than I, Kesslan... on equal ground we stand, or so I see it," she adds, a smile touching her lips. Tornaq gives a quiet sort of rumble, then settles himself to be sitting next to Monique, still managing to look protective even as he takes a more relaxed stance. When the pause in the music comes, both the bear and the Inuit take a moment to look to Kid before bringing their attention back to Kesslan.
"Such is good in one of the sprit touched, yet different remain you. And Kesslan is not last of all kind, only of those who to this world came. Many on Seriv remain, slave to Atorian. Of here comming, was to find way for other to be free of this." the feline explains, a glance to Kid and her instrumnet once more "But interrupt with this Kid I yes? Speak of this perhaps other time when not other will bother."
Dr. Kelley comes walking into the park pouring over a pile of papers held in the crook of his left arm, scanning through the pages absurdly quickly, indicating his place on the page with his right index finger. Sure, it's late to be out - or perhaps early to be out - but sometimes work just has to be done, and you'd go mad sitting at your desk and doing it all there. Really, how many times can you go over what seem to be the same schematics, differing by only the smallest of details without succumbing to some kind of brain madness? "Good morning, Kesslan, I hope it finds you well. As to you, Monique. Kid, I hope that you will serenade us with your beautiful harmonies." Kelley smiles at each of the three beings in turn. "And of course, hello, Tornaq," he adds with a smile. "What are the three of you doing out at this hour?"
"Go ahead and keep talking," Kid prompts the two without looking up from her casual exploration of her instrument's settings. "If I really wanted to be rid of you both, I'd go home." She pauses and gives two keys a little twiddle with one setting in place. The sound of a pair of snare drums emerging for the few moments she toys with that one. Adjusting again, which is when Kelly comes along, though Kid only notices when he starts to speak. She glances up, showing a mild annoyance as she states, "I'm not here for your amusement." Then she dips her attention again to the keyboard. Another pause in adjustments as she briefly plays a chord, the husky tones of a pipe organ emerging. Her expression turns thoughtful as she slips her free hand to another set of controls, adjusting htem be fore playing the chord again. The sound of the organ huskier than the first time played.
Different she is, indeed. The small Inuit woman looks to Kesslan through the veil of her lashes, and a smile touches at the corners of her lips. "Different, yes," she agrees quite softly. "If you wish, we can speak of this another time... I do not mind," she says softly, giving a small nod to the pantheran. She has other questions that she would ask, but she keeps them to herself for the time being, in favour of what he had requested so that they not interrupt Kid with. Tornaq allows his attention to wander, to come to rest on Dr. Kelley as the familiar man enters. The great white bear gives a rumble of greeting, though he doesn't shift his position and remains as he was -- protectively positioned near Monique. The Inuit's attention follows, after a moment, and she offers Dr. Kelley a warm smile before lifting a hand to give a wave as well. "Good morning, Dr. Kelley. How does this early hour find you? For myself, and Tornaq, we were just out for a walk... habit, it has become," she says softly, ducking her chin a little, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. Tornaq bobs a nod to Dr. Kelley as well, seeming to understand what's said to him. When the sound of snare drums comes from the instrument, Monique startles and ends up leaning against Tornaq a little more, blinking and looking a little wide-eyed to the keyboard.
"Greeting Doctor Keely." Kesslan says to the man, clearly having mispronounced his name, though he doesnt seem to catch that himself. Afterall he's yet to get the man's name right but that doesnt stop him from at least trying. "Well is?" he inquires then, as he usually does of most anyone he greets it seems. He however, leaves it at that, especially as Kid snaps at the man, and indeed, in the feline's oppinion seems to be snapping at everyone at the moment, not that he can entirely blame her. Stilll... The pantheran's ears flatten back ever so slightly before straightening once more, his tail given a gently sway as he considers what's going on at this point. "Time soon must I leave." he notes then to no one in particular. "Sleep will I need seek."
Kelley smiles at the young woman's acerbic remark, something that he's come to expect from her. Still, he really would like to hear her play again, as he finds it quite elegant. "I am glad to hear that, Monique. Though even in Kingsdale it is not necessarily wise to walk the streets at this hour - even with Tornaq to guide and protect you." The extremely tall man looks at the short Inuit woman with a visage of concern, but says nothing more on the subject. It appears that I will have to walk out on you yet again, lass, for I must get these documents back to NewTech before the research department finds them gone!" Kelley says with an evilly-humorous grin. "Why does it always seem like I only get to say 'hello,' before I have to leave?" Kelley inquires, then turns and heads out of the Plaza Park.
Kid doesn't note the sudden reaction to the drums, now toying with the organ setting. A little adjustment here and that same chord. A little adjustment there and again. Though each time she plays it, it sounds a little different. HIgher in pitch and lower. Huskier and softer. With a slight warble in the sound of it and mixes of the above. Quite involved, she experiments, barely looking up as Kelley departs. Though after a few moments she seems satisfied with the mutation she's created of the organ sound, saving the adjustment for later exploration. "Huh." Softly grunted to herself as she leans back a little, her arms lifting above her head as she gives a light stretch after her long period spent on the bench. Who knows how long she's been here.
Monique turns to the pantheran, a flicker of curiosity showing in her eyes to the way that he says Dr. Kelley's name, though she doesn't comment to it. Listening as he speaks of needing to leave soon, she gives a small nod to him. "It has grown late, and I suppose I should leave soon for finding sleep as well," she says quite softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. Her attention shifts to Dr. Kelley, but as seems to happen often, he's said he has to leave and is gone before she has a chance to say anything in response. Next time, maybe. Her attention drifts back to the instrument that Kid's been playing, and she tilts her head slightly to one side. "You bring some pretty music to life... it makes interesting tones," she says softly, her tone genuinely complimentory.
For his own part, Kesslan's interest seems to now be devided between Tornaq, and Kid's musical instrument, both things an oddity to him as he's had no experience with either these 'bears' nor this device that Kid is presently playing with, and it does certianly seem to give off some rather... unique sounds. "Maker of songs is Kid?" he asks then of the girl, not entirely certain if he'd used the proper term, nor of the response he'll get.
Kid relaxes from her stretch, her expression mildly fatigued for a moment before Monique's compliments get her attention and her expression firms up. Then Kesslan makes his own comment. She frowns slightly, glancing between the two of them for a moment before she shrugs a little. "I'm just messing around.. but yeah, I made a few songs before. Been toying with a few ideas." Who can say just what mix of factors make the difference between flare and steadiness when it comes to that fiery mood?
The great white bear gets to his feet and gives himself a shake before grumbling softly, his tone seeming almost thoughtful in nature. Monique brings her attention to her companion, then lifts a hand to tussle a bit of his fur before lowering her hand to her side once more. Kid's reaction to her compliments was both noticed and noted, and she inclines her head slightly to indicate both of them. "I should get some sleep. Both of you, have a good night," she says softly, a smile touching her lips. She'll linger for a moment before actually taking her leave -- long enough for either or both of them to respond.
There's a nod from the pantheran to that. "So too, perhaps should I. Late it gets and sleep as said I before, calls." there's a slight hint of hesitation then, before he oh so cautiously reaches out a hand towards Tornaq, uncertain of the bear's reactions to such a move. The ultimately intent, though one that will be halted, even drawn away from the moment the bear seems to disagree with the move, to simply rest his hand uppon the bear's shoulder in parting. "Shrrak-siir yourrta-jinarr zarti-chi-surr-fras jor-jorbi." he says softly in either case to the bear before regarding Kid and Monique in turn "Sleep both then well. Certain shall speak again."
Kid merely watches the two.. three of them mutely at first. She herself makes no such declaration lingering on her bench as i f she might be there a while longer. Though she does decide, on reflection to offer a simple, "C'ya." The slang farewell accompanied by a lift of one hand, fingers flickered in a casual sort of wave. Then her eyes are on her keyboard again. So casual that girl. at least, she is today. Starting to scan through the various sounds that are programmed into her instrument again.Tags:kesslan, kid, monique
