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]

"It's weird." Demyx commented, letting out a nervous laugh, was that a qualifier? "But not because of that."

He pulled away, that was enough touching. He didn't want to like that sort of thing.

[gregorydeegan]

"Because of what then?" he asked with a grin, letting him pull away.

[melodiouspacifist]

"That's a little more than I was expecting, even if I should be talking to people." He confessed.

[gregorydeegan]

"Well, according to my dad, you should always talk to people. That's how you learn." Guess who had a really weird version of "Don't talk to strangers" as a kid?

[melodiouspacifist]

"I don't know if I want to learn things." He said with a little smile.

[gregorydeegan]

"Life gets really dull if you don't," he said simply. "New songs, new skills.... there are lots of new things worth learning out there."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I guess that's true. I do like learning new songs!" He grinned, because that was the best part.

A shame his canon point is before Facebath.... >.< Yes, Facebath.

[gregorydeegan]

Greg nodded. "And you never know what might be the next big song you wind up writing."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I usually just write what I'm thinking at the time. It's not anything special."

[gregorydeegan]

"It's music!" Greg said. "It's very special. Music is a way to heal without magic or medicine. It can mend a broken heart, or sooth a sad soul. Music is one of the most special gifts anyone can share."

[melodiouspacifist]

A man after his non-existent heart. "I think so too, I think at least music is meant to be like that."

[gregorydeegan]

Greg nodded. "And we get so much of what just comes to us... from what we see, learn... experience. A whole world just waiting to be shared in song.

[melodiouspacifist]

"I never thought about talking about my travels in song. Oh. I'd have to sing. I don't know about that."

[gregorydeegan]

"You can still talk about your travels even without singing," he said. He considered, then sat on the ground, pulling his axe into his lap, and started playing, slowly at first then faster, then slowly again, a rhythmic level to his pacing not terribly unlike the ocean coming to shore.

[melodiouspacifist]

He understood the power of weaving an image with the notes at his disposal. He could manage that, but it wouldn't explain anything to anyone, unless he chattered about them too.

"I guess that's true, but no one would understand."

[gregorydeegan]

"They wouldn't? Tell you what... play what I just played," he said with a grin. He had something planned.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Sure." There was a beat as he recalled the melody and then repeated it back to Gregory, humming along to remember the tune.

[gregorydeegan]

Once Greg was sure he had it, he started plucking the high strings, slowly. Lightly. then a bit faster. A bit faster. A bit deeper. Rain at the beach, rain drops hitting the ground, hitting the water, and then as he plucked, his hand heel smacked the base of his guitar and he strummed a violent chord. Thunder and lightning as his plucking picked up the pace.

"You can tell any story with music, share any place, any memory."

[melodiouspacifist]

He grinned and then laughed. "Yeah, I guess so, although the sitar doesn't work like that."

Demyx stifled his chuckling. "I get what you mean though."

[gregorydeegan]

"So long as you get what I mean, though I am sure I can figure out details and plans later if you want. And if you want to sing, I can help with that too."

[melodiouspacifist]

"Oh man, I don't know." Demyx looked nervous, he even blushed.

"My voice isn't anything special."

[gregorydeegan]

"That just means it needs training. Training which is easier because your sitar has strings. Anyone who can learn a stringed instrument can learn to sing. Same for the winds. Guess why."

He reached up and laid a hand on Demyx's throat. "Theses are strings. Just like with the sitar or my axe, it's just a matter of.... striking the right...chord."

[melodiouspacifist]

He was already shaking his head. "I don't know-"

A hand going for his throat had him stepping back, jumpy, because although Greg seemed nice, that didn't mean he wasn't going to squeeze the life out of him. Anyone would, right?

"I..yeah, I guess, maybe." There hadn't been any aggression behind it, so his reaction was kind of embarrassing.

[gregorydeegan]

Greg chuckled and dropped his hand. "They're called vocal chords for a reason, my friend. Speaking is making sound by using air flow to vibrate them. Singing is doing the same thing the way drawing is moving a pen across paper. It is changing something from mechanical to art. But at the base... you know the skill already. You know how to speak, you have an ear for music, you know how stringed instruments work. Singing is adding breath control and putting that all together. And breath control can be learned."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I never really thought about that before. I'm not really sure I can...I mean, I don't know where I'd start and it's not like people around here offer that kind of thing."

He gestured at Genessia with a mild shrug.