Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-24714922-20170731131148/@comment-31966106-20170731223729

Listen & Read

What a coincidence, not too far from the bridge. The faint noise of an instrument being played could be heard ringing throughout the air. Even though It was some considerable distance if the Senju paid attention to the air he could see the faint singe of a weak chakra flowing. This music quickly drew a small crowd all around Caspian. He was sitting on the ground and he had out his Steel-ophone. Playing it, he had his eyes closed. Entering a calm an altered state of consciousness. He could feel the music reverberating off his bones. Jumping in his brain and the muscle memory and slow beating of his heart became his music. He was playing a scripted musical bar that was written for him randomly by his father Dex. Since he was a singer he understood the hyper specific ideology/language of people who considered sound an art.

His lips held the reef tightly and he blew, while pressing the mechanisms with his fingers flatly. Even though he had a sheet parchement in front of him he wasn’t even paying attention to his surroundings. Caspian had a small clay pot in front of him and in terrible hand-writing it had said. “For better equipment.”

After all of the things he dealt with only a week or so prior he had turned to his music even more, practicing, writing, sleep, repeat. Caspian’s only retreat was music, he was haunted at night by the fire, the water, all of the screaming. Being in a fixture of darkness reminded him of his time hiding in the chimney. So? He supplemented it by sitting in the blazing sun and doing what he did best. The crowd was enjoying it, many of them dropping some ryo coins, some generous folks dropping ryo notes into the pot.

Entranced, himself and the crowd. How would our purple eyed constable feel of what he was soon to witness was the only remaining question.