A testing ground for Demmy and the Deegans.

[donovan_deegan]

Yes, the man who just came out of the welcome bay was most certainly wearing a shockingly pink jacket. Under it, he had been wearing a black shirt, but now hit was over one arm to show off the odd looking tattoo over his whole chest. A Kelsheen mark. Never knew when it would be useful. He had his axe in one hand. He was ready to shred, if he could find someone to jam with.

Yeah, the man had just been kidnapped. He looked remarkably calm about it, in fact, he seemed almost cheerful. He found a seat after a bit, pulled his axe into his lap, and then started playing, watching people to see who might come near, and figuring out who he could ask for more information than the projection had given him.

Question number one being.... where was Miranda?

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[melodiouspacifist]

He didn't exactly pay attention to people arriving, what did catch his attention was the music. Demyx could hear music from a good distance and he tended to be drawn to whoever was playing.

Demyx came to watch, looking cheerful as he raised his hand in a greeting.

"Sounds good!"

[donovan_deegan]

He grinned a bit. "I should hope so. You play?" he asked, getting to his feet. And then frowning a bit when he still had to look up. "I'd ask your height, but that might be a bit of a tall order. And without measuring tape to verify, I'd have no way to know if you were just telling me a tall tale..."

[melodiouspacifist]

"Different instrument. I play sitar." Demyx smiled back. He laughed a little and shrugged helplessly.

"I didn't do anything to get this way, I just kinda grew like that."

[donovan_deegan]

"Sitar. That rocks," he said, nodding. "Between your charm and mine, we could...string... people along for a while. All we'd need is a drummer, then we couldn't be beat."

[melodiouspacifist]

He stifled a little giggle at the puns, and nodded.

"I'm just glad you didn't ask me what it was."

[donovan_deegan]

"What? Height? I may be short in stature, but I'm not short on brains," he said with a wink.

[melodiouspacifist]

"No, my sitar. Most people don't know what the instrument is. What is that, is a question I get a lot." He offered a charming smile.

"I'm Demyx."

[donovan_deegan]

"Donovan Deegan. And I'd be a lousy bard if I didn't know what a Sitar was. In fact, from my music clubs, I'd be barred." He grinned.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Is that your job?" He grinned. That sounded like the best job ever!

"Music clubs sound fun."

[donovan_deegan]

"Bard, diplomat, Miranda's arm candy. All of the above," he said with a wink. "And being a Bard is an awesome job. A lot of training, but well worth every minute of it."

[melodiouspacifist]

"It sounds pretty cool." Demyx grinned, admitting that.

"I've never thought about getting a job like that. You like it, huh?"

[donovan_deegan]

"I love it," he said, earnestly. "And if you like music so much, why haven't you tried your hand at the bardic arts? Keeps life from being too one-note."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I had a job of sorts before I got taken here." Demyx commented thoughtfully.

"And I don't really know, not in line with what the Superior wanted."

And a place to test Greg

[gregorydeegan]

Alright, this was more than a little weird. The redhead came out of the entry area, looking around. Thankfully he was holding his axe when he had vanished from his home and woke up in that pod. He would have said it was in-pod-sible, but no one was around to hear it, so he saved it for later. He came out and looked around, pushing his redhair back off his forehead, looking around. "Alright, I guess this is out of this world. Or out of mine, at least."

He ambled over to the hologram and listened. When his feet got sore, midway, he crossed his legs and floated on the air pulling his guitar into his lap as he listened, strumming a tune to be the backdrop to the words spoken.

[melodiouspacifist]

The redhead caught his attention with the music and instead of introducing himself, he summoned his sitar and played along. Demyx didn't know the song, but he had a good ear and could keep up with the best of them.

He wasn't sure if the guy would know what a sitar was, but he thought their individual sounds would blend well together.

[gregorydeegan]

He had been making it up as he went along. But hearing someone join in, he grinned... and picked up the pace. He didn't look for who it was, he just sent out a musical invitation to come play.

[melodiouspacifist]

Nothing could keep the grin that pulled at his lips, because an invitation to play and a challenge was just perfect. He was more than ready for it.

Although this stranger picked up the pace, he kept up just fine, fingers moving over the strings with expert timing.

[gregorydeegan]

Sweet! Someone keeping up with him. He closed his eyes, and shifted chords.

[melodiouspacifist]

There was nothing better than a good, musical challenge. The stranger was pretty good, but Demyx was confident he was better. He had a decade of experience to lean into. He could do it.

[gregorydeegan]

He grew up as the son of Donovan Deegan. He was playing music since before he could stand. And it helped him through a lot of the times he went back to being unable to stand. His music helped save Barthis. IT was on! He changed up the tempo... and the pitch. While still making it sound like part of the same song.

[melodiouspacifist]

That was pretty great, honestly. It was rare he got to bust out his more skilled moves and instead of just answering the challenge, he pushed his talents to the limit, the melody he was playing a very quick string of musical notes.

[gregorydeegan]

Greg picked up from where Demyx went, and joined in, and then raised the bar. He started singing. No real lyrics, just matching his voice to the music, and he has a GOOD voice. He was having fun, and you could easily tell.

[melodiouspacifist]

He played, just barely keeping up, but he wasn't really about to start singing. Demyx wasn't terribly confident about his singing abilities, honestly.

He did however laugh a little and give up, clapping and bowing.

"Alright! You win!"

[gregorydeegan]

He grinned and hopped down as if he had been sitting on a seat, rather than the air, turning to face him. "We both won. We had fun rocking out, after all." He swung his ax on it's strap so it rested on his back and offered a hand. "Gregory Deegan."

[melodiouspacifist]

He laughed and shook the hand.

"Yep, it was fun, I like it. I'm Demyx." He smiled, nothing more than respect for Gregory.