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curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
tellthestory) wrote in curtainsdown2021-07-17 02:51 pm
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ready as we'll ever be
[The Balladeer is true to his word. So, before the dead's scheduled performance, still dressed in the outfit Salieri forced him to helped him choose, he takes his guitar and sneaks out to the garden one last time. He hasn't visited it yet today, and he always feels guilty when he doesn't manage. He told everyone he'd be here. Even if neither of them can hear each other, he intends to keep his promise.
So he's there to notice when the trees begin closing in. The Balladeer shoots to his feet. Oh, no. He knows this feeling.]
Everyone! Come out to the garden! Bring your stuff!
[He calls out aloud, but he can use that projection trick just as well as the Player - his voice is audible anywhere in the school.
When people arrive to join him, there will still be a path through the woods to lead them to the garden. He doesn't want to strain himself before the performance, but something as small as that shouldn't cause problems later. It's too important that everyone get out here - because when people arrive, they'll find that all of the living are visible. The Balladeer is watching them, but making no attempt to interact; he already knows how this is going to go. It isn't time for that yet. Still...]
It's the end.
[Have fun spectating the trial!]
So he's there to notice when the trees begin closing in. The Balladeer shoots to his feet. Oh, no. He knows this feeling.]
Everyone! Come out to the garden! Bring your stuff!
[He calls out aloud, but he can use that projection trick just as well as the Player - his voice is audible anywhere in the school.
When people arrive to join him, there will still be a path through the woods to lead them to the garden. He doesn't want to strain himself before the performance, but something as small as that shouldn't cause problems later. It's too important that everyone get out here - because when people arrive, they'll find that all of the living are visible. The Balladeer is watching them, but making no attempt to interact; he already knows how this is going to go. It isn't time for that yet. Still...]
It's the end.
[Have fun spectating the trial!]
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...vengeance has nothing to do with it. Whether you hate him or not is irrelevant. [he turns to face her, then, gaze intense, a brewing storm] That man is directly threatening not only the life of my daughter but all of the children there. Vengeance may not have given you your son back, but there are children here, now that need you to put their lives before any sympathy you have for this man because he happens to have some similar traits to your husband. Perhaps that would help to put things in perspective.
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...God. I know, but...
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it takes a moment to just. approach Sissi. and - hesitatingly, as if it's unsure of the gesture (because it is), it stands not even an inch behind her and places its hands on her shoulders]
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The only thing I'm certain of, right now, is that he must be stopped, regardless of what I feel about him. That much hasn't changed.
...everything else can come later.
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[he is oh so serious about this right now Sissi]
You must make that choice--my story, in my time, is over. As is, I suspect, yours. What we have, now, the connections we've forged here, are real. And those children over there, they are counting on us. [his tone gentles, then, reaching out to gently set a hand on her shoulder] We cannot let them down or falter because of some old, misplaced nostalgia. It's time to live in the now, and believe in our future.