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towerofanimus2011-08-25 05:30 pm
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The mun loves Kreisler so much you guys
Characters: Luke, and you.
Setting: Floor four.
Format: Prose at start, go whatever way you want.
Summary: Luke vents by playing violin. Well, the few songs he knows.
Warnings: Apprentice missing teacher. Abusively linking youtube videos. Potentially puzzles and tea later.
Bit by bit, Luke was adjusting to the puzzling nature of the tower. Sure, he wasn't exactly keen on half of the technology around, but he was accepting of it. What he couldn't seem to adjust to was being alone.
Oh, sure, there were plenty of people around- Luke had talked to several, and nobody struck him as being cruel. (Though he had more of an understandable confusion about the trolls from what he'd peeked on the computers, but a gentleman doesn't make assumptions.) It wasn't as if he spent every waking moment with them, and of course he missed his parents strongly as well, but...the Professor was his teacher, and the boy missed him desperately. It just didn't feel right to not have the Professor, or Flora about. Surely nothing had happened to them- Luke could never accept something so ridiculous as that. But their absence was still a sore spot. Layton alone could organize and soothe even this sort of situation, with only his intuition and wits. Why, if the Professor had been 'saved' instead of Luke, then this whole mess would have been solved and everyone could return home-
Maybe he was losing heart that Layton would come and rescue him. Or maybe he was just saddened, because even if this was all resolved...he would just have to go back to his new home, not London. Whatever the cause for his malady, Luke had sauntered down to the fourth floor, set his violin at ready and begun to play. It wasn't perfect, and some of the notes came too quick or too harshly, but it was more soothing than sitting in his room and moping.
...even if he was standing and staring rather sulkily out the foggy windows as he played
Setting: Floor four.
Format: Prose at start, go whatever way you want.
Summary: Luke vents by playing violin. Well, the few songs he knows.
Warnings: Apprentice missing teacher. Abusively linking youtube videos. Potentially puzzles and tea later.
Bit by bit, Luke was adjusting to the puzzling nature of the tower. Sure, he wasn't exactly keen on half of the technology around, but he was accepting of it. What he couldn't seem to adjust to was being alone.
Oh, sure, there were plenty of people around- Luke had talked to several, and nobody struck him as being cruel. (Though he had more of an understandable confusion about the trolls from what he'd peeked on the computers, but a gentleman doesn't make assumptions.) It wasn't as if he spent every waking moment with them, and of course he missed his parents strongly as well, but...the Professor was his teacher, and the boy missed him desperately. It just didn't feel right to not have the Professor, or Flora about. Surely nothing had happened to them- Luke could never accept something so ridiculous as that. But their absence was still a sore spot. Layton alone could organize and soothe even this sort of situation, with only his intuition and wits. Why, if the Professor had been 'saved' instead of Luke, then this whole mess would have been solved and everyone could return home-
Maybe he was losing heart that Layton would come and rescue him. Or maybe he was just saddened, because even if this was all resolved...he would just have to go back to his new home, not London. Whatever the cause for his malady, Luke had sauntered down to the fourth floor, set his violin at ready and begun to play. It wasn't perfect, and some of the notes came too quick or too harshly, but it was more soothing than sitting in his room and moping.
...even if he was standing and staring rather sulkily out the foggy windows as he played

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Luke blinked several times, looking at his violin, then Kanaya. "Um, he's a composer, he wrote the song." Luke held the violin up properly, almost holding it out for Kanaya to take but, reconsidering at the last minute. "And this is a violin. It's a string instrument." He tucked the instrument under his chin again, playing up the major scale, then down again. He rested the bow, looking slightly curious after a moment. "Someone else here plays...?"
He twinged slightly embarrassed when she admitted to being a troll as well, lowering the violin. "Is it okay if I call you all Alternians instead of 'trolls'? It seems so...rude to refer to someone like that."
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She looked at him a bit confused. She didn't understand that troll could be offensive, it's just what they are but, "If you would feel better calling us that, I will not protest."
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He paused, raising the bow and violin back to rest under his chin, sighing. "Troll just... conjures up the thought of huge, ugly monsters. You guys aren't like that, so Alternian seems more proper."
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Kanaya nods again, the Earth perception of troll is rather odd, "I do not mind being called a troll as this is what I am but if you feel more comfortable with Alternian then go ahead."
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"I've actually been practicing a new song while here...it's still a little rough, but..." He held his breath, exhaling out his nose, and played a few bars of a decidedly different song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_oDM7aDmoc). Despite concentrating more, he seemed to warble a lot more on the notes.