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The sudden plunge into darkness and the eerie humming that followed had just disrupted Edmund's pleasant evening. As the lights flickered back on, revealing the gruesome sight of Silas Ward's throat being slit, a flicker of annoyance crossed his features. This was not part of the plan. Edmund Blackwood's eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the chaos unfolding belo, before taking a delicious. "TIAL-V," he murmured, his voice low and controlled, "it seems our evening has taken an unexpected turn. Security assessment!" TIAL-V's response was immediate, a discreet hum near his ear. "Sir, the situation appears to be a targeted attack. T

It as time finally. Kojo gently adjusted his gloves again as he stood there prepared to duck through the shielding cloth that separated him this world from the next. The muffled sound of Mr. Ward starting his opening lines. Kojo....Carlo took a deep breath, his foot tapping against the wood for a few moments. A count. It was slightly muffled but as soon as the sound of clapping drifted through it would be Kojo's time to step out into the slight. To bring these people into his world once again, or for the first time. That hum in his head grew stronger, sang with more anticipation and at some point it became quite difficult to tell if it was hi

There she was, sandwiched between Alica Von Vulf, who kept tyring to talk to her- the tinkerer had gotten the impression that she had work for her, but there were so many half-finished projects of her own littering the workshop... not that she couldn't use the cash, and on the other side was Willis Sloan, a man who held her by the throat with a noose of that very same money. She longed to be back in the comforting seclusion of Gearheart Repairs, and out of this horrible dress~ But, mercifully fate chose to spare her at least some part of one of the most uncomfortable nights in her life as Silas Ward took the stage. He was ever a showman- even

Kaida understood what Jumi meant and Shinigami oddly shared the same mindset or about despite sounding like she never had a fight with demons. She DID have experience with being raped, or so it sounded like. Or raping, evidently... But by who or what? It was better not to ask her... For the time, she looked capable of putting up a fight, at least. Going to her dragon, Kaida pet it gently before she climbed on top of it "Shinigami, please climb behind Jumi... Your tail would be in the way.", she told the fox who smirked, picking the fairy up before she jumped on top of the dragon, sitting behind the red headed woman with her. "Always happy to

The hall exhales as the gaslight softens and a hush falls over the crowd as Mr. Silas Ward takes the stage, stepping into the limelight with an easy flourish, arms opening as if to embrace the room. “Ladies and gentlemen!” He beams, voice rich and ringing, and then continues. “Patrons of refinement, lovers of art, seekers of wonder... welcome! Tonight, you have gathered not merely for music, but for experience. For those rare moments when sound becomes story, and story becomes something that lingers long after the final note.” There is a ripple of approving murmurs. Mr. Ward paces, savoring them. “You know his name. You have wh

It was...surprising Kojo had to admit. His surprise wasn't down to a lack of faith in the skills he'd acquired, nor the fame (and infamy) he enjoyed (and bemoaned). He'd played all over, and spread his name. He'd toured the Americas where they would have him, played in hallowed halls all over Europe, enjoyed crowds even in The Orient, and more. His name was known even if it wasn't the name he was born with. He knew the power of music, of sound, of stories delivered on instrument and yet...he was here. He'd played here plenty and yet he couldn't have ever guessed he'd draw this level of crowd in a place like this. He supposed the proprietors o

Being a monster in the eyes of many came with its own set of gifts. If she wanted a good seat within even a crowded venue, she could take it. People did not crowd her. Moving about, even in a dress, became exceedingly less difficult when a room full of people split a path open, and they did so without need of input. Fear was a valuable tool when harnessed correctly. There were plenty of disadvantages of course, and she had endured those throughout most of her life, but doing so made it all the easier to abuse the advantages gifted to her all while avoiding the annoying feeling of guilt that might otherwise accompany such actions. She had earn

Missy feigned a respectable shock, covering her mouth with a slight turn of her black-gloved hand to half-obscure her smile. "I know exactly what you mean, Jane. It's like he sends his very soul out to ride on the music. When Carlo performs, I also find myself exceedingly... moved." Capping the comment with a conspiratorial glance to the younger woman, Missy turned her gaze back to the stage. And her mind strayed to the memory of her first time hearing Carlo Amankona. Millicent Fisher had often played the medium and described the sensation of her spirit drifting unmoored above her body like a buoy on the open sea to gawking marks around