Day 127 | Open :: I stared up at the sun

[orzelbialy]

Who: Frederic and anyone else who comes across him moping about
Open: Open
When: Day 127
Where: The lake on the other side of the Dragonfield
What: Frederic really wants his piano, but he's short the shards required for it. This is very distressing for Mr. Chopin.
Format: action
Warnings: Overly dramatic composers

[Composing a song was just one step in many While Frederic was more than happy to find that his skills hadn't atrophied any in the time he had spent in the other world and the time he had been in this new one, he was equally as distressed that he couldn't actually do anything beyond put the notes to paper.

Not getting to play his beloved piano was beginning to become a point of physical duress for him, and he had no idea how to handle it. He had never been away from the keys of his favored instrument for so long.

To say as much to anyone, though, was a wretched thought he didn't want to entertain. How weak he must appear to them all, finding something as petty as the lack of a musical instrument to moan and whine over when they were living on the edges of a ruined world!

But that didn't stop him from withdrawing himself from others to go find a place to sulk about it, because what else could he do?

Some survivors might hear an odd occasional sigh coming from the small lake that led in to the river that bordered the Dragonfield, and if they cared to investigate it the would find a certain composer lying on his back, staring at the odd colored sky above.]

Comments

[croceamors]

If you are going to wallow in your misery, either do so in silence so that you are not an unnecessary annoyance to the rest of us in this place, or find a method to resolve it.

[Who's this asshole?]

[Well, it's an asshole with a dog. A very cheery golden retriever, in fact, who contrasts so hard with Saix's serious and black-clad form that it might be kind of funny. He just wanted to take his dog on a walk before it went mad from inactivity, and he comes across this. Tch.]

[Also of not is a Berserker Nobody lurking some meters behind its master. Just. Y'know. To make sure he was okay. Listen, it needs something to do, okay? Rather similar to its master in that regard...]

[orzelbialy]

[The voice does get Frederic to sit up, pale eyes blinking at the man curiously. That was not something he was expecting to hear, but he also wasn't as aware as he should have been of the noises he was making.

The tone did make him scowl, though it was a soft scowl that didn't denote any real anger, just a mild upset that he was being called out on his behavior.

The dog was a nice sight, but the Nobody also earned a slight eyebrow raise. What in the world...]

I wasn't aware I was making any sort of noise that was "wallowing in misery".

[croceamors]

[Enjoy this look, Frederic. It is the look of someone who just plain does not give a fuck.]

The sighing. Once, it's dismissible enough, but a series of them is pathetic to the highest degree. I have certainly dealt with enough dramatic types to pick up on that.

[For the record, he didn't like any of them, either.]

[orzelbialy]

[Good to know!]

I'm not sure who you are to judge my actions so, but I assure you I am not being pathetic, sir.

[croceamors]

So it is a common pastime in your world, then, to lay on the ground and continuously sigh for no reason at all?

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic scoffed rather loudly at that]

Absolutely not! What a ridiculous notion!

[croceamors]

Then that leaves my first assumption- you're wallowing in some ridiculous emotion.

[heptagram]

[Patchouli's been wandering a lot lately, hasn't she? Oh well. Really, it helps her figure out what the hell she's going to do with all of those shards. Anyway, she somehow ended up somewhere around where Frederic was. Seeing as how he hadn't seemed to have noticed her yet -- then again, she wasn't that close to him, either, and tended to have quiet footsteps due to moving slowly (or none at all when she was floating), yeah, maybe it would be hard to notice her -- she ended up approaching, then sat down beside him.

Really, though, she doesn't have much to say, but that doesn't stop her turning and staring at him as he sighs. She may look curious, but to be honest, she's probably just going to make fun of him for anything he tells her.]

[orzelbialy]

[He certainly wasn't expecting to be joined, especially by a stranger so having some one suddenly sit next to him was a little startling. He doesn't cry out or anything, but there is a visible jump to his posture before he sits up.

Ironic considering this is actually how he met Polka, only it was the other way around.]

... hello.

[heptagram]

Hello there. Is there something wrong? Or did you see something in the sky?

[Honestly, she's really not good at this -- and asking very specific things would probably just seem strange.]

[orzelbialy]

Oh... no, not at all.

[Kind of a lie. It's not wrong per se but he's not terribly pleased at the moment either.]

I'm merely lamenting something that can't really be helped right now.

[heptagram]

Oh. Well, we all get like that sometimes, I guess.

[She doesn't show it, but she misses her library very badly.]

[orzelbialy]

I suppose so, yes. I'm not fond of letting such moods take me, but it can only be struggled against so much before one gives in to the feelings freely.

[If he knew he would echo similar sentiments.]

i am so sorry if none of this tag makes sense

[ourlegends]

[ She knew she shouldn't have, but she wasn't exactly used to staying in one place for a long time. So, she sneaked out of the hospital.

Yep. Just. Sneaked right on outta there.

Her arm was still in a cast, and she had her sling with her to make extra sure she wouldn't be using it. Since coming here and being badly injured on arrival, she hadn't gotten much of a chance to explore. Granted, she had also suffered some pretty bad emotional injuries as well, when she and N had been told where this place was and what had become of Vatheon ... and that had put quite the damper on things, too. She was feeling a little more like herself now, though.

Her explorations brought here to the area Frederic was currently sitting in. Hilda noticed him, but she didn't say anything. Not yet. No, for now she was focused on looking around at where she was. ]

/shhh

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic was quite wrapped up in himself and his thoughts at the moment, though, so her silence wasn't going to get her any attention from him.

He's just going to lay there. Staring.

Yup.]

[ourlegends]

[ So as Hilda's looking around, she sees a guy over there. Laying. Staring. Being a blob or something.

She felt compelled to go over and check on him. You know, make sure he's alive and whatnot. ]

... Sir?

[ Wow that sounds awkward. ]

[orzelbialy]

[A blob.

A well dressed blob but still a blob.]

Hm?

[Oops he was probably totally in some one's way, wasn't he? Frederic sits up, looking a bit sheepish.]

I'm sorry, I'm not in your way am I?

[ourlegends]

[ She knelt down beside him and shook her head. ]

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

[orzelbialy]

Oh, I'm just fine. Lost in my own mind a little, but fine.

[Her, on the other hand...]

I feel as though I should be asking you that question, though.

[amphibian]

[Aoi had come down to the lake to swim—she has her sweatshirt zipped up to her neck over her swimsuit, and her towel tied around her waist—but someone by the lake is sounding miserable, and she can't ignore that!

When she pinpoints the source of these sad sighs, she walks over to where Frederic is lying and looks down, half-hovering over him.] Hi there! Can I join you?

[orzelbialy]

[Oh. Sudden girl over him. That was surprising, but he didn't seem startled at all.]

I don't see why you can't.

[amphibian]

[That counts as approval! Aoi sits down, and then flops onto her back next to him.] What're you up to? Cloud watching?

[orzelbialy]

I'm afraid there's not much in the way of clouds to watch up there. I was merely thinking.

[amphibian]

Well, they do show up eventually! So...cloud waiting? [She giggles. Aoi, no, that wasn't funny at all.] Mhmmmm. How 'bout a penny for your thoughts?

[orzelbialy]

They're quite slow then!

[But he says it with a half a smile.]

I'm afraid it would need to be more than one penny.