Thanks. [Kazuki found the courage to take a more adventurous gulp too, and found that it didn't burn going down too much. The sort of alcohol that would be dangerous if he had gotten more than one bottle.] I know berries are supposed to be for Pokemon and all, but I like snacking on them too.
[The garden was pretty, but deceptively low maintenance-- Mostly berry bushes and wildflowers that needed little care. Puff and Azuma took care of pretty much everything on their own.]
[Kazuki liked the Pokemon world plenty, but he was one of a handful of transplants here that would have no problem with returning to his own world either. But after what he'd told Annie about it, she'd probably understand that.]
[Xylo was coming back around with Lute after he finished their tour. A soaking wet Furret burst out of some tall grasses, and shook herself out before she climbed up onto the porch and curled up all over herself like a length of rope.]
I've been taking care of a Lapras that lives out on the shore. [Kazuki explained without being asked.] Maestra goes out there to swim with him sometimes. Tonks doesn't like saltwater to get on his mane.
[ She's surprised, largely because while a handful can be used by people in various ways, most of them are just so... unfriendly to human systems. Kazuki, you oddball. (An oddball with a healthy world to return home to, whenever his time here is up.) ]
Tonks is your Primarina?
[ A little amusing that he avoids saltwater; she supposes he might prefer freshwater, in that case. Ackerman didn't appear to have a preference one way or another. She leans forward, holding out a hand to Lute as he rejoins them, welcoming the touch of his soft nose against her fingertips. He sniffs at the alcohol in her glass, shakes himself off, and wanders slowly closer to the coiled Furret.
She sorts through her own memories, pulling on Lapras, some concept that Armin is related to a group of Lapras, the cruise ship and the attending Lapras--both crisp memories and also ones dulled under the last week. ]
I know, I know. [He scratched the back of his head, slightly bashful. Nothing like the full-on embarrassment he just experienced a few minutes ago.] Some of them are pretty... Astringent, but the sweet ones aren't bad. Like Pechas, or Magos.
Oh yeah, Honky Tonk. Tonks is just for short. [And, well, while the name had been quite befitting of a Popplio, it wasn't as much for a Primarina. But Kazuki didn't have the heart to change it when Honky Tonk himself still seemed so proud of it.] He's a diva. He's always preening over himself... He really wants to win a contest.
[Maestra raised her head and perked her ears up when Lute approached. Oh, a guest! Where were her manners? She mewed at him in greeting.]
Yeah, that was him! Shimizu! He's doing really well these days. Armin said he looks great.
[ She won't pretend she didn't test about a fingernail's worth of the ones meant to be vaguely people safe, but nonewithstanding the fact she's sitting here drinking with him, the two used for drug purposes aren't appealing, and her tolerance for spice with heat is slowly growing. Pecha Berries? Yeah, please don't kill her yet. Her entire digestive system is used to far more bland, not spicy-hot foodstuffs... ]
What is he hoping to compete in?
[ C...cuteness? Annie, who has paid minimal attention to contests, genuinely doesn't know. Which she gets away with because none of her pokemon seem to care about contests either, outside of gym battles and taking on all challengers (wild or trainer provided) as they appear. ]
Ah, yes. Seems like the kind of thing he'd know. Doesn't he have his own group he's caretaking, or something like that?
[ Lute tips his head in a quiet greeting in return, breathing in the scent of saltwater on fur. He glances toward the sunny skies, then back to Maestra. Planning a daylight soaking to follow the ocean soaking? ]
We tried for Cute back when he was a Brionne, but he didn't place. Since Sticky won the Clever contest last February, he's been really fired up. He wants to go for Beauty now-- But the work he's been doing is a secret. I'm not allowed to tell a soul.
[Kazuki was still searching for a Z-ring and a Primarium Z stone to help him. Hopefully he'd find it before the next round of contests.]
Yeah, Armin has a pod of them. I think some of them are wild, and some of them were poaching victims, or were abused in some way. In comparison, Shimizu looks like a showpony. [He laughed a little.] But I'm glad I found him when he was beached, and not someone who would take advantage of him somehow.
[Yes, her fur was very thick and needed thorough drying. But it was worth it to play with the young Lapras for awhile.]
[ She takes another sip of alcohol instead of finding words to encompass "I don't get it, personally, but I understand why secrecy feels important." She's the last person to say one shouldn't keep important things secret for as long as possible... even if those things are how one's preparing to win a contest.
She's very glad this is not a concern she presently has to handle. Enough so she takes another sip, locking her foot behind her ankle. ]
Presumably everyone needs a place to belong. However damaged or undamaged they are. [ Showpony Lapras is as valid as Traumatised Lapras; but she's not sure how Armin ended up with that kind of calling, and also knows she won't ask. ] He seems happy with you.
[ Lute makes a small huffing agreement, before asking if she minds him joining. He wants to linger closer to where Annie is, though she's far more restive, less twitchy, than when she arrived. ]
[Thankfully, Kazuki was a performer himself, so he was uniquely qualified to raise Pokemon to win contests. He also enjoyed it immensely, far more than the very few battles he had under his belt. Everyone was happy!]
Presumably? Of course they do! [Armin inherited his Lapras from a sort of Zoologist named Newt. Kazuki only knew that on a surface level, though, and wasn't aware of how fond Armin was of him.] The world would be a sad, cold place if you didn't have a place to belong. Everyone needs some kind of home to return to. Or at least, everyone deserves it.
[He acknowledged that it was a bit of a privileged mindset to think everyone had such a place, but every human being certainly did deserve one.]
[And of course, Lute could take a load off where-ever he liked. Maestra was a Pokemon with little to no personal bubble.]
[ She half smiles, little more than a pulling up of her lips at the right corner. It's nice hearing people talk about things they believe in, and Kazuki clearly believes what he says.
The kinds of places that can have people who say this with sincerity, and have a world that tries to reflect that sentiment sincerely, is a beautiful thing. Even to her. They all had a home, somewhere, carried in their heart or otherwise. ]
Yes, it is. [ A sad, cold place. She says this as she sets down her glass, and stretches her arms overhead. Lute leaps up to settle near Maestra, watching Annie from the corner of his eye. ] Nice to know it can be considered a given in some dimensions.
[ ................................ okay so she sucks at positive conversations ]
I wouldn't call it a given in my world exactly, but... Definitely more likely than others, from what I've heard.
[Kazuki was cheered by Annie's body language opening up a little, and finished his first glass of cider with the kind of enthusiasm one should really show when drinking.]
Didn't I promise a performance too? Or did you really just want to drink?
[Maestra shuffled her coiled-up body to at least get a little body heat out of the arrangement. Not too invasive, but still being cuddly.]
[ Here she smiles, highly ironic, though he has no way to know, and she won't tell him otherwise. ]
I'm enough of a realist to know that not everywhere would possibly be as at peace, just as not everywhere could possibly be at war. But yes... a performance.
[ She tips her glass to him. ]
I'd be... honoured? [ Testing out the word. That one fits enough. ] What are appropriate responses for your culture to express appreciation?
[ Lute adjusts himself to be easier to use as a heater; he's used to it from all of Annie's team, as he's the more approachable and generally touch-positive between the two of them. He even brings his nose down to sniff at her fur and puff out a warm breathe at Maestra, relaxing in for the performance. Because he is, of course, eavesdropping the whole time, as he does. ]
Very large. Tho' my world is like this one-- you can use technology to talk to people halfway across the world whenever you want. It makes things seem a lot smaller than they actually are. And you're right, it's not peaceful everywhere...
[Some places do actually super mega suck, but he's so far removed from them that he'd never be able to fully comprehend the suffering that goes on there. Which is a sobering thought.]
Just "thanks," or "I'm looking forward to it" is good enough. [He explained as he got up to retrieve his trumpet from indoors. It was never far from his hand.] How're you feeling? I can pick a song to fit the sort of thing you'd like to hear.
[ Her world has that potential, too, but not the part of her world she's from most recently, so she simply hums something like acknowledgement, sipping at her alcohol more thoughtfully now. Humanity carries the same trends everywhere. It just feels like something closer to hope that there are places not under constant threat of war, oppression, or annihilation in other worlds. ]
Surprise me.
[ She says, tipping her cup to him. How she's feeling is a question she barely answers for herself. Self-deception is an artform she uses to compartmentalise, and while she's feeling not as shitty right now compared to even earlier, she has no answer for anything that fits.
She'd prefer the surprise. One of the kind that doesn't leave her bleeding, or killing, or watching others die. ]
[He sat down next to her again, and opened his case. His trumpet was in impeccable shape. Kazuki could be a bit careless with his belongings from time to time, but he never neglected his instrument. He cleaned the mouthpiece and tested the valves, then assembled everything together. Then he fiddled with it a bit more as he thought of the right kind of song for the moment.]
Okay, I think I've got it. [He stepped off the porch and stood up on the ground to play. This way, he wasn't looming over her too much.] This one's called Ave Maria. It's a pretty popular song in canon, but it's kind of... Especially important to me too.
[He paused for a second. Kazuki was an empathetic person, and his emotions were also extremely palpable. There was a gentle, nostalgic fondness in his eyes, and in the quirk of his lips. No matter where Kahoko was, or who she loved, she always had a place in his heart.]
...I hope you'll like it.
[The trumpet wasn't the perfect instrument for the song. It sang well on violin, or on a more mellow cello, but to capture the gentle tones of unconditional motherly love on a brass instrument was no easy task. It was hard to make a trumpet whisper instead of shout, especially without a mute. But by the sound of Kazuki's playing, it was a technique he'd been practicing.]
[ She watches him attend to his instrument, curious at the particulars. She can see it's in good condition, and he's thorough and familiar with how he handles it, which makes sense if this is his life, livelihood, and passion.
Passion is something she'll always admire, even when it's ill guided or disastrous. She can admire what she likewise finds stupid. It thankfully has no place here and now, and she straightens up as he stands. Ave Maria is a meaningless pairing of sounds, but she knew and expected that, finding herself anticipating the unknown in a way she did not always enjoy.
He plays... ah, she's not so insensible to most the world around her not to see he plays with the emotions he feels. She can feel it in the music, a novel experience when most the music she hears here is background music that has managed to do little past dull her to the constant noise. There are no words she can correlate, having never heard the song sung, and the sentiment, if she'd know the words, would have also been odd, in a way provoking thought.
It is different, hearing it like this for a first time, hearing the trumpet produce softer sounds, and it isn't motherly love that she gets from any of it, because there's no concept of motherly love in her life. It's a sense of unconditional something, affection and tolerance and acceptance and a plead to what leaves to remember where it came from, and who was there. She wonders, briefly, who he's playing for in the same way she wonders who any of the people she meets are motivated by the people they've known, but it's a passing thought, swept aside in the unfamiliar, almost haunting melody.
When he finishes, she has her cup clasped in her hands, resting in her lap. Annie is perfectly still, the breeze teasing at the loose tendrils of her hair the only movement about her at first. Lute has likewise gone still, head tipped to the side, as if he'd been listening to a melody he couldn't quite make out. It'd been present, and overflowing, and in a sense overwhelming, only not chasing after any of the things she knew.
But she can identify the longing, if not his, than her own. For her father, for that last goodbye, for the life she'd never have and had said goodbye to as a child. Bertolt manages to eke out his happiness. His slice of life. She thinks Reiner would have done well with that, too.
The music finishes, and Annie breathes, until she bows her head forward and closes her eyes and swallows with a dry mouth to say: ]
[When it came to well placed words and purposeful intent, Kazuki wasn't always the most apt. He wasn't a manipulator. He could only be earnest. His music, however, could reach places that he otherwise could not touch. Everyone interpreted the meaning behind music differently, so a universal message often wasn't possible, but a general heart could usually be conveyed.]
[It looked like something had reached Annie. He couldn't be sure what it was, but he'd wormed his way in there somehow. And that alone gave him plenty of satisfaction -- To touch something that was guarded by walls that seemed impossibly high, and stir some real emotion in there.]
[Kazuki was infamous for his poor presence on stage, not because he was meek, but because he was too friendly with the audience. But today he managed a polite bow. The atmosphere was somber enough to keep him from getting too excited, like he usually did after a performance.]
Thanks for listening. [He responded in kind.] I've known the song for a long time. Anyone practicing classical music does. But I only really understood it a couple of years ago. You really have to hear it the right way before you can understand a song.
[ Wording, in this case, is what distracts her. She'll take his word on hearing a song the right way before it becomes understandable: she doesn't think she understands Ave Maria, but she accepts it. Understanding and Acceptance needn't occur in the same moment. ]
Classical is a genre. [He sat down again, and kept ghosting his fingers over the valves. It was rare for Kazuki to truly sit still.] It's called "classical" because mot of it was written a long time ago, so... It's classic, I guess. It's all stayed with us for all this time.
Well, a genre and a period in history. The Classical Period. The two kinda get mixed up together into one meaning. People call anything with that kind of feel "Classical."
That's what a genre is, I mean. It's a feeling, or a style of something. Usually an art, like visual arts and music.
Really old music that you can't trace back to a date, stuff that's been around since we first started making simply instruments, is called Prehistoric. Then I think the next era is Ancient, and then... Early, I think? Then the European Renaissance happened, and music really took off as a popular art form. Then the "Periods" I talked about before started to happen.
Classical music mostly centered in a continent called Europe, and especially in a country called Austria. While that era was happening, I don't think instruments like trumpets and pianos and violins had even been seen in Japan yet. But over time, the genre spread all across the world.
That's pretty magical to me. I don't know English, or any other European language, but music breaks all those barriers. It doesn't matter where you're from; humans love music everywhere. It's a language we all understand.
[ She does think it's... fascinating, but that's largely because he so clearly cares about what he's discussing. That does make it compelling: people's passions have that effect on her perceptions. ]
Well, the sort of music that was played in the royal courts was called Gagaku. I guess that'd be the closest thing we have to classical music. But like I said, we didn't have those European instruments. The most popular was the Biwa, which is a kind of lute...
[He looked over at Annie's own Lute, smirking at the coincidence.]
Then there was Min'yo, which was folk music that the common people played. Their instrument of choice was the Shamisen. It was a simpler, three-stringed guitar. A lot of those old folk songs are still known today.
Not many people play those instruments anymore, aside from folk artists and musical historians... Oh, and Geisha too.
Honestly, when I was young, I never thought much about music. I was more into sports and track team. But when I was in my sixth year of school, I heard one of my upperclassmen practicing trumpet on the roof. I got mesmerized by it. All of the sudden, I wanted to learn to play music more than anything.
So I went after it! I had to work really hard to catch up with my peers, but I was having fun too, so it wasn't so bad.
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yeah, Kazuki's parts are all screwed in right, but I dunno if Annie's ever will be lol
Date: 2019-05-17 10:01 pm (UTC)[The garden was pretty, but deceptively low maintenance-- Mostly berry bushes and wildflowers that needed little care. Puff and Azuma took care of pretty much everything on their own.]
[Kazuki liked the Pokemon world plenty, but he was one of a handful of transplants here that would have no problem with returning to his own world either. But after what he'd told Annie about it, she'd probably understand that.]
[Xylo was coming back around with Lute after he finished their tour. A soaking wet Furret burst out of some tall grasses, and shook herself out before she climbed up onto the porch and curled up all over herself like a length of rope.]
I've been taking care of a Lapras that lives out on the shore. [Kazuki explained without being asked.] Maestra goes out there to swim with him sometimes. Tonks doesn't like saltwater to get on his mane.
you only get "high functioning former child soldier" which is pretty patchwork, so... nope
Date: 2019-05-17 10:15 pm (UTC)[ She's surprised, largely because while a handful can be used by people in various ways, most of them are just so... unfriendly to human systems. Kazuki, you oddball. (An oddball with a healthy world to return home to, whenever his time here is up.) ]
Tonks is your Primarina?
[ A little amusing that he avoids saltwater; she supposes he might prefer freshwater, in that case. Ackerman didn't appear to have a preference one way or another. She leans forward, holding out a hand to Lute as he rejoins them, welcoming the touch of his soft nose against her fingertips. He sniffs at the alcohol in her glass, shakes himself off, and wanders slowly closer to the coiled Furret.
She sorts through her own memories, pulling on Lapras, some concept that Armin is related to a group of Lapras, the cruise ship and the attending Lapras--both crisp memories and also ones dulled under the last week. ]
The same Lapras you were playing for on the ship?
definitely needs work. Kazuki's company is only temporarily theraputic, not clinical XD
Date: 2019-05-17 10:31 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, Honky Tonk. Tonks is just for short. [And, well, while the name had been quite befitting of a Popplio, it wasn't as much for a Primarina. But Kazuki didn't have the heart to change it when Honky Tonk himself still seemed so proud of it.] He's a diva. He's always preening over himself... He really wants to win a contest.
[Maestra raised her head and perked her ears up when Lute approached. Oh, a guest! Where were her manners? She mewed at him in greeting.]
Yeah, that was him! Shimizu! He's doing really well these days. Armin said he looks great.
what every dw rp game has lacked: qualified therapists (dr. jonathan crane never counts XD)
Date: 2019-05-17 10:46 pm (UTC)[ She won't pretend she didn't test about a fingernail's worth of the ones meant to be vaguely people safe, but nonewithstanding the fact she's sitting here drinking with him, the two used for drug purposes aren't appealing, and her tolerance for spice with heat is slowly growing. Pecha Berries? Yeah, please don't kill her yet. Her entire digestive system is used to far more bland, not spicy-hot foodstuffs... ]
What is he hoping to compete in?
[ C...cuteness? Annie, who has paid minimal attention to contests, genuinely doesn't know. Which she gets away with because none of her pokemon seem to care about contests either, outside of gym battles and taking on all challengers (wild or trainer provided) as they appear. ]
Ah, yes. Seems like the kind of thing he'd know. Doesn't he have his own group he's caretaking, or something like that?
[ Lute tips his head in a quiet greeting in return, breathing in the scent of saltwater on fur. He glances toward the sunny skies, then back to Maestra. Planning a daylight soaking to follow the ocean soaking? ]
still a cute thought tho' if you ever feel like a psl or something
Date: 2019-05-17 11:03 pm (UTC)[Kazuki was still searching for a Z-ring and a Primarium Z stone to help him. Hopefully he'd find it before the next round of contests.]
Yeah, Armin has a pod of them. I think some of them are wild, and some of them were poaching victims, or were abused in some way. In comparison, Shimizu looks like a showpony. [He laughed a little.] But I'm glad I found him when he was beached, and not someone who would take advantage of him somehow.
[Yes, her fur was very thick and needed thorough drying. But it was worth it to play with the young Lapras for awhile.]
oh certainly, that'd be fun!
Date: 2019-05-17 11:40 pm (UTC)She's very glad this is not a concern she presently has to handle. Enough so she takes another sip, locking her foot behind her ankle. ]
Presumably everyone needs a place to belong. However damaged or undamaged they are. [ Showpony Lapras is as valid as Traumatised Lapras; but she's not sure how Armin ended up with that kind of calling, and also knows she won't ask. ] He seems happy with you.
[ Lute makes a small huffing agreement, before asking if she minds him joining. He wants to linger closer to where Annie is, though she's far more restive, less twitchy, than when she arrived. ]
themodestotter #7416 on discord, hit me up!
Date: 2019-05-18 12:00 am (UTC)Presumably? Of course they do! [Armin inherited his Lapras from a sort of Zoologist named Newt. Kazuki only knew that on a surface level, though, and wasn't aware of how fond Armin was of him.] The world would be a sad, cold place if you didn't have a place to belong. Everyone needs some kind of home to return to. Or at least, everyone deserves it.
[He acknowledged that it was a bit of a privileged mindset to think everyone had such a place, but every human being certainly did deserve one.]
[And of course, Lute could take a load off where-ever he liked. Maestra was a Pokemon with little to no personal bubble.]
gotcha
Date: 2019-05-18 01:03 am (UTC)The kinds of places that can have people who say this with sincerity, and have a world that tries to reflect that sentiment sincerely, is a beautiful thing. Even to her. They all had a home, somewhere, carried in their heart or otherwise. ]
Yes, it is. [ A sad, cold place. She says this as she sets down her glass, and stretches her arms overhead. Lute leaps up to settle near Maestra, watching Annie from the corner of his eye. ] Nice to know it can be considered a given in some dimensions.
[ ................................ okay so she sucks at positive conversations ]
also, unbelievably, absol and furret are in the same egg group
Date: 2019-05-19 02:31 am (UTC)[Kazuki was cheered by Annie's body language opening up a little, and finished his first glass of cider with the kind of enthusiasm one should really show when drinking.]
Didn't I promise a performance too? Or did you really just want to drink?
[Maestra shuffled her coiled-up body to at least get a little body heat out of the arrangement. Not too invasive, but still being cuddly.]
cracks up, the things which end up being in egg groups crack me up, i love it
Date: 2019-05-19 05:13 am (UTC)[ Here she smiles, highly ironic, though he has no way to know, and she won't tell him otherwise. ]
I'm enough of a realist to know that not everywhere would possibly be as at peace, just as not everywhere could possibly be at war. But yes... a performance.
[ She tips her glass to him. ]
I'd be... honoured? [ Testing out the word. That one fits enough. ] What are appropriate responses for your culture to express appreciation?
[ Lute adjusts himself to be easier to use as a heater; he's used to it from all of Annie's team, as he's the more approachable and generally touch-positive between the two of them. He even brings his nose down to sniff at her fur and puff out a warm breathe at Maestra, relaxing in for the performance. Because he is, of course, eavesdropping the whole time, as he does. ]
"field" is like, the biggest egg group. how absol fits into it I have no idea
Date: 2019-05-19 09:52 pm (UTC)[Some places do actually super mega suck, but he's so far removed from them that he'd never be able to fully comprehend the suffering that goes on there. Which is a sobering thought.]
Just "thanks," or "I'm looking forward to it" is good enough. [He explained as he got up to retrieve his trumpet from indoors. It was never far from his hand.] How're you feeling? I can pick a song to fit the sort of thing you'd like to hear.
who needs sense when you could have a field day
Date: 2019-05-26 09:55 pm (UTC)Surprise me.
[ She says, tipping her cup to him. How she's feeling is a question she barely answers for herself. Self-deception is an artform she uses to compartmentalise, and while she's feeling not as shitty right now compared to even earlier, she has no answer for anything that fits.
She'd prefer the surprise. One of the kind that doesn't leave her bleeding, or killing, or watching others die. ]
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Date: 2019-05-27 01:31 am (UTC)[He sat down next to her again, and opened his case. His trumpet was in impeccable shape. Kazuki could be a bit careless with his belongings from time to time, but he never neglected his instrument. He cleaned the mouthpiece and tested the valves, then assembled everything together. Then he fiddled with it a bit more as he thought of the right kind of song for the moment.]
Okay, I think I've got it. [He stepped off the porch and stood up on the ground to play. This way, he wasn't looming over her too much.] This one's called Ave Maria. It's a pretty popular song in canon, but it's kind of... Especially important to me too.
[He paused for a second. Kazuki was an empathetic person, and his emotions were also extremely palpable. There was a gentle, nostalgic fondness in his eyes, and in the quirk of his lips. No matter where Kahoko was, or who she loved, she always had a place in his heart.]
...I hope you'll like it.
[The trumpet wasn't the perfect instrument for the song. It sang well on violin, or on a more mellow cello, but to capture the gentle tones of unconditional motherly love on a brass instrument was no easy task. It was hard to make a trumpet whisper instead of shout, especially without a mute. But by the sound of Kazuki's playing, it was a technique he'd been practicing.]
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:05 am (UTC)Passion is something she'll always admire, even when it's ill guided or disastrous. She can admire what she likewise finds stupid. It thankfully has no place here and now, and she straightens up as he stands. Ave Maria is a meaningless pairing of sounds, but she knew and expected that, finding herself anticipating the unknown in a way she did not always enjoy.
He plays... ah, she's not so insensible to most the world around her not to see he plays with the emotions he feels. She can feel it in the music, a novel experience when most the music she hears here is background music that has managed to do little past dull her to the constant noise. There are no words she can correlate, having never heard the song sung, and the sentiment, if she'd know the words, would have also been odd, in a way provoking thought.
It is different, hearing it like this for a first time, hearing the trumpet produce softer sounds, and it isn't motherly love that she gets from any of it, because there's no concept of motherly love in her life. It's a sense of unconditional something, affection and tolerance and acceptance and a plead to what leaves to remember where it came from, and who was there. She wonders, briefly, who he's playing for in the same way she wonders who any of the people she meets are motivated by the people they've known, but it's a passing thought, swept aside in the unfamiliar, almost haunting melody.
When he finishes, she has her cup clasped in her hands, resting in her lap. Annie is perfectly still, the breeze teasing at the loose tendrils of her hair the only movement about her at first. Lute has likewise gone still, head tipped to the side, as if he'd been listening to a melody he couldn't quite make out. It'd been present, and overflowing, and in a sense overwhelming, only not chasing after any of the things she knew.
But she can identify the longing, if not his, than her own. For her father, for that last goodbye, for the life she'd never have and had said goodbye to as a child. Bertolt manages to eke out his happiness. His slice of life. She thinks Reiner would have done well with that, too.
The music finishes, and Annie breathes, until she bows her head forward and closes her eyes and swallows with a dry mouth to say: ]
Thank you.
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:35 am (UTC)[It looked like something had reached Annie. He couldn't be sure what it was, but he'd wormed his way in there somehow. And that alone gave him plenty of satisfaction -- To touch something that was guarded by walls that seemed impossibly high, and stir some real emotion in there.]
[Kazuki was infamous for his poor presence on stage, not because he was meek, but because he was too friendly with the audience. But today he managed a polite bow. The atmosphere was somber enough to keep him from getting too excited, like he usually did after a performance.]
Thanks for listening. [He responded in kind.] I've known the song for a long time. Anyone practicing classical music does. But I only really understood it a couple of years ago. You really have to hear it the right way before you can understand a song.
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Date: 2019-05-28 02:30 am (UTC)[ Wording, in this case, is what distracts her. She'll take his word on hearing a song the right way before it becomes understandable: she doesn't think she understands Ave Maria, but she accepts it. Understanding and Acceptance needn't occur in the same moment. ]
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Date: 2019-05-29 12:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-06-06 06:04 pm (UTC)Genre?
[ Lacking some context on how else that term is used... bc who knows if a term from 19th century France is or is not in AoT verse, help ]
Is there such a thing as ancient classical, or does classical keep slowly growing without aging out of the label?
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Date: 2019-06-06 10:05 pm (UTC)That's what a genre is, I mean. It's a feeling, or a style of something. Usually an art, like visual arts and music.
Really old music that you can't trace back to a date, stuff that's been around since we first started making simply instruments, is called Prehistoric. Then I think the next era is Ancient, and then... Early, I think? Then the European Renaissance happened, and music really took off as a popular art form. Then the "Periods" I talked about before started to happen.
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Date: 2019-06-10 07:44 am (UTC)[ If so, that's way more organised than anything on her world. ]
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Date: 2019-06-12 01:17 am (UTC)That's pretty magical to me. I don't know English, or any other European language, but music breaks all those barriers. It doesn't matter where you're from; humans love music everywhere. It's a language we all understand.
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Date: 2019-06-16 04:15 am (UTC)[ She does think it's... fascinating, but that's largely because he so clearly cares about what he's discussing. That does make it compelling: people's passions have that effect on her perceptions. ]
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Date: 2019-06-16 03:52 pm (UTC)[He looked over at Annie's own Lute, smirking at the coincidence.]
Then there was Min'yo, which was folk music that the common people played. Their instrument of choice was the Shamisen. It was a simpler, three-stringed guitar. A lot of those old folk songs are still known today.
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Date: 2019-06-16 06:43 pm (UTC)Were you ever interested in any of those, or just the trumpet and classical music out of Europe?
[ Assessing how people relate to foreign countries is... a habit she hasn't thought about having. ]
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Date: 2019-06-16 06:55 pm (UTC)Honestly, when I was young, I never thought much about music. I was more into sports and track team. But when I was in my sixth year of school, I heard one of my upperclassmen practicing trumpet on the roof. I got mesmerized by it. All of the sudden, I wanted to learn to play music more than anything.
So I went after it! I had to work really hard to catch up with my peers, but I was having fun too, so it wasn't so bad.
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