Post by The Gravelord Requiem on Nov 17, 2009 14:30:40 GMT -5
It had been some time since Taggert had had the pleasure of "performing". Having done a few to many shows in the past, it would seem that bounty hunters and other officials had began to pick up on his trail, but that was awhile ago anyway. Listening to the harmonious sounds of nature, his hands began to sway to an imaginary rhythm; his humming giving the rhythm a definitive sound.
As he continued his travels, he eventually stumbled upon a small tribal village; most likely one that was unrelated to the main three considering how far away it was from each of them. With one hand still swaying to his imagined beat, he grabs his pocket watch with his free hand a looks at it; a grin creeping its way across his face as he puts the watch away.
Why I do believe that the stage call to me once more. What shall i play this time? Perhaps an elaborate Aria, something to get them moving, or better yet, a Serenade, something with which i won't feel too constricted. Hmm, oh, i have just the piece! A nice simple Sonata should do the trick, after all, plebeians need a sense of structure, or else they just become lost.
With a flick of his hand, a flash a green flames appears and quickly vanishes beside his hand; a long conducting wand now suddenly in his grasp. Approaching close to the village he speaks out in a boisterous voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I come to culture with the beautiful sound of music unlike any you've ever heard before! Come from your homes and witness a performance beyond that of any known to mortal man!"
Several people peek their heads out of their huts, a look of annoyance on their faces, while those walking around outside just ignore him. The only ones who come running are a small group of children.
"So it would appear that you are my audience for this performance. Very well. Gather round children and prepare for something "magical"," he says with a harsh and almost menacing emphasis on the last word.
Beginning with some simple movements of his wand and hand, his whole body quickly flows into the rhythm as he slowly picks up the pace. The children look on at him, confused but at the same time intrigued by his flowing motions. Suddenly, with a harsh flick of his wand, one of the huts is suddenly consumed in a pyre of green flames; everything within the emerald conflagration being decayed in an instant. The second it happens, people begin running, looks of terror and panic plastered on their faces. The children beside him scream as the too begin to flee from the man's side; Taggert's attention too focused on the task at hand to care.
As he continues his "Sonata," the scenery erupts with chaos, as clouds of disease, decaying fire, ephemeral claws and bursting columns of dark energy tear apart the small village and it's inhabitants. Looking on at the ensuing destruction, he lets out a sadistic laugh before mumbling, "If I can get them all, I'll have almost met this years quota already! It such a nice feeling to be proactive and see the results of your hard work show."
As he continued his travels, he eventually stumbled upon a small tribal village; most likely one that was unrelated to the main three considering how far away it was from each of them. With one hand still swaying to his imagined beat, he grabs his pocket watch with his free hand a looks at it; a grin creeping its way across his face as he puts the watch away.
Why I do believe that the stage call to me once more. What shall i play this time? Perhaps an elaborate Aria, something to get them moving, or better yet, a Serenade, something with which i won't feel too constricted. Hmm, oh, i have just the piece! A nice simple Sonata should do the trick, after all, plebeians need a sense of structure, or else they just become lost.
With a flick of his hand, a flash a green flames appears and quickly vanishes beside his hand; a long conducting wand now suddenly in his grasp. Approaching close to the village he speaks out in a boisterous voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I come to culture with the beautiful sound of music unlike any you've ever heard before! Come from your homes and witness a performance beyond that of any known to mortal man!"
Several people peek their heads out of their huts, a look of annoyance on their faces, while those walking around outside just ignore him. The only ones who come running are a small group of children.
"So it would appear that you are my audience for this performance. Very well. Gather round children and prepare for something "magical"," he says with a harsh and almost menacing emphasis on the last word.
Beginning with some simple movements of his wand and hand, his whole body quickly flows into the rhythm as he slowly picks up the pace. The children look on at him, confused but at the same time intrigued by his flowing motions. Suddenly, with a harsh flick of his wand, one of the huts is suddenly consumed in a pyre of green flames; everything within the emerald conflagration being decayed in an instant. The second it happens, people begin running, looks of terror and panic plastered on their faces. The children beside him scream as the too begin to flee from the man's side; Taggert's attention too focused on the task at hand to care.
As he continues his "Sonata," the scenery erupts with chaos, as clouds of disease, decaying fire, ephemeral claws and bursting columns of dark energy tear apart the small village and it's inhabitants. Looking on at the ensuing destruction, he lets out a sadistic laugh before mumbling, "If I can get them all, I'll have almost met this years quota already! It such a nice feeling to be proactive and see the results of your hard work show."
