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- adelheid,
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- armand,
- asch,
- blue beetle,
- brook,
- celes,
- clark kent,
- claude,
- daphne,
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- porky,
- ren,
- ronixis,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
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- senna,
- skuld,
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- sora,
- the flash,
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- tony castaway,
- tony stark,
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- van,
- zex
Day 39: Music Room
Lunch had been fruitful. Celes had chosen not to eat, but that was fine enough for her; she’d eaten plenty at breakfast and it was not very good manners to eat while discussing war (for Celes, it’d always given her a bit of a stomachache), or plotting. Especially if one was in mixed company. Her nurse escorted her to the Music room, citing that her ‘sister’ had suggested that musical therapy would be good for her. Celes rolled her eyes. This was no music room, with their ‘electronic’ instruments; where were the violas and the harpsichords and phonographs? She’d been past this room before, but had never been interested enough to go into it.
The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.
How dreadfully delightful.
[for Adel~]
The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.
How dreadfully delightful.
[for Adel~]
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"Uh..." She blinked. What was what? There were a lot of dots on lines but she didn't know what line was what.
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"Well the lines and spaces represe-" he pulled the book onto his lap and grabbed his pen, marking the notes over the symbols. He put the book back and let Sheena take a look. They were all basic notes, no flats and sharps and shit, so... yeah.
"It's straight forward... Uh. Once you get used to the symbols."
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"The next one is a G, so that's this one." Hmm...
She proceeded to do the same with the next few notes before looking back at Rude. "That right?"
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He figured it was easy teaching her this way. through patterns and shit. That was how he learned his first tune, watching some old dude who sat him down and just told him what to hit and when. After a while, Rude taught himself what the symbols meant and it just became a simple equation.
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"This isn't so bad. What's the other stuff mean?"