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]

For the shards.

[orzelbialy]

Yes, those. I've gained a good number already but it's not quite enough for what I desire.

[croceamors]

Would what you desire be the reason for your previous state?

[orzelbialy]

[Welp. He's been caught. There's no point in denying it this late in the game, especially when he got so huffy over things earlier.]

Yes.

[croceamors]

By harvesting the shards from those monsters, you would be doing more good than not. Clearing the pathways would benefit us all.

[orzelbialy]

I can understand that.

[Frederic isn't much for the indiscriminate killing of other creatures, even dangerous ones, but he can understand the need for it all the same.]

Even if I am capable of handling myself I don't imagine going alone is wise anyway. My friend is still recovering from nearly being crushed to death by one of those creatures.

[croceamors]

Really?

[Saix doesn't seem particularly concerned by the status of Frederic's friend. He simply seems to be contemplating something.]

I need to be more productive. If being on a solo hunt is so worrying for you, then I suppose we could venture out together.

[orzelbialy]

He's recovering, thankfully.

[Frederic is smart enough to tell when a person isn't actually concerned, but he says it regardless.]

Are you sure you can tolerate journeying with some one as pathetic as me?

[croceamors]

If nothing else, I'm sure you can at least do the simple act of using your arms to carry things. If you can't even do that, killing you might actually be considered an act of mercy.

[orzelbialy]

[Don't mind that sputtering coming from him, Saix. He's only completely insulted.]

I've already died once, thank you very much. I have no intention of doing it a second time!

[croceamors]

Then in the continued interest of your own self preservation, you would do to make yourself as useful as possible very quickly.

[He starts to walk away, ignoring New Moon's slight pulling. Dog loves you, at least, Frederic.]

I already have plans for today, but I'll require your use tomorrow.

[He's not serious about killing Frederic (yet), but it's amusing watching him squirm at the idea.]

[...That's a habit he should probably stop.]< /small>

[orzelbialy]

[Saix please]

... I suppose I will see you then.