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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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[He leans back. Though his eyes are still red-rimmed and tension lingers in the line of his jaw, that panicked guilt from before seems to have burned itself out. He's just...contemplative.]
I was supposed to be the moral backbone of my show, you know. That was my whole identity, to start with. There's the assassins, and there's me. Not too hard to be the good guy, with folks like that...but still.
[So. Maybe he's having more difficulty with this than someone else would.]
I don't...mean to imply people are wrong to be angry. I know we've all got a real right.
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[He just didn't want to come off as...Will's defender, or something. It's not that.]
It's their decision. They're the ones still there. Even if they weren't, I - [am an NPC? The Balladeer quickly rethinks that one!] - you know, I'm just one guy.
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...all we can do now is watch. And trust, I suppose.