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Post by Augustine on Oct 8, 2022 0:52:09 GMT
On one of the many islands that sprawled across the area roughly called the 'Caribbean' was a bar on one of many small towns whose people's livelihoods came mostly from working as the staff at various resort towns. The far less glamorous, more ordinary homes of the workers were kept well out of sight of the pristine beaches, very close to where cargo was delivered to keep everything ship shape and functional. Out of sight of the happy tourists, the locals gathered to drink, but so too did another crowd.
The Descendants of Charon frequented this bar regularly, their skiffs stopping in at the port at various points of journey. Be they members of Anima Inc. or otherwise. It was a dimly lit, somewhat dingy bar, but the sight of the Obol, hidden near the door, was the sign that it was a friendly place for the Descendants to relax without worry of secrecy. There was a smoky atmosphere, the smell of simple, Caribbean cooking and the sounds of people talking and drinking. In the back of this place, at one table in particular, a very curious individual was regaling those at the table with him of his old sea days. In the dark atmosphere of the bar he looked...almost human. Pale, pasty and weathered, aged skin, with long, grey hair. His single red eye seemed to almost glow though, and that with the suggestion of fangs gave the game away to those who knew.
A devil, albeit one who could easily pass as a very strange elderly albino man without much effort. His clothes were particularly old fashioned, with a loose, off-white shirt, with a puffy, lacy front. A poet shirt, or Pirate Shirt as some called it, with dark breeches and slick, old-fashioned but well kept boots. He had a mug of beer in one hand that he drank from occasionally to wet his throat as he spun tales of the golden age of Piracy, over three hundred years ago, and of the feats that had inspired his name. After all, this was Davy Jones, the very inspiration of the legend, recently found by Charon, thawed from an icy prison. He was...a minor celebrity in the Descendants. Most of the higher ups in the organization, for what higher up was worth, didn't much care. That a devil had inspired the superstitions and legends of Davy Jones' Locker wasn't that much of a surprise, but for many smaller, less notable members, it was an incredible thing to meet what was in essence, a living legend! Davy Jones himself though was quite happy to indulge in their tales while he drank. His ship, which...really wasn't much, he only had two people in his crew, had stopped in briefly on the way back from the coast of South America, where he'd been on a few light jobs to experiment with how much weaker his stay in that icy prison had made him.
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Post by avidelmv2 on Oct 9, 2022 8:46:08 GMT
Rin entered the dive as just another sailor, right behind the rest of his skiffs crew. He'd left behind his Yamata and demonmail, of course, setting out in just slacks and a black graphic tee depicting an astronaut with a boombox. Their ships was moored at the pier and their seniors managing logistics in their quarters. A perfect opportunity to set the pace for this shore leave. They all piled at the bar for drinks, putting their sensibilities aside to see how sloshed they could get in the next minute, and how much drunker still in the minute past that. So when one of the pirate-smugglers recognized Davy Jones on the other side of the bar, they rushed over to hear him orate. Rin made sure he was the first to approach Davy as one of the few that were still reasonably sober, offering the demon a freshly poured pint while studying their features. "Mind if we join you tonight?"
The night went from trading wild plans for what to do with this downtime over a beer spattered table to staring up at the legendary marauder with puppy dog eyes. Rin listened mostly quietly to his stories, staring with awe just as genuine as the others. Especially after he got some more drink in him. "I've only ever heard of you from movies," the man thought aloud, supping from his drink as he did. "I imagined you with more octopus on your face." He set his mug down and leaned over it, propped up on his elbows. "Did you ever sail to the Japanese islands? Maybe you met a demon from my country's past." He made the remark carefully and thoughtfully, staring into his pint like it was a that could give him his answer.
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Post by Augustine on Oct 10, 2022 3:06:42 GMT
More folks came over, but this was a friendly place for the Descendants and no one looked at Rin and company askance. Jones just waved a hand. "Haaa, all are welcome, I'm not one to turn my nose up to fellow sailors, haha!" The questions made the old devil smirk though. "Japan was a pretty closed off place back in those days. Only one port open and only to the Dutch. I definitely raided ships coming and going from those isles, but never had cause to sail all the way to ol' Nippon itself."
He lifted his tankard to his lips to take a few good swallows, before letting out a content sigh and slamming the mug back on the table. "As for demons, not as many of us managed to get here as ye'd think. I can count the demons I met that didn't come to this world with me on both hands, but that's still more'n zero, so mayhaps I did. You look though like you've got a specific devil in mind boy. Care to share?"
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Post by avidelmv2 on Oct 11, 2022 10:20:19 GMT
The question made Rin swing his head up faster than his eyes could follow. His mouth fell open but nothing but the smell of beer came out in a few seconds of silence. Finally, he shook his head, catching the lolling weight on his neck in his hand. "No, no, not in particular. Just wondering how many yokai were real life demons. If you're not just a movie villain, maybe the Tengu weren't either. Or the Three Great Evils. Or... Jinbanyan..." He let his thoughts drift and his eyes close to dredge up more names from his failing memory. When his eyes opened to a name, the fog in them cleared almost instantly. "Oh," he started with startling clarity. Rin fished his hands into his pocket and came up with a wallet. "I do have a demon. A woman. Is she at all familiar to you?" He flipped the wallet open and - pausing to make sure himself - flipped it around to show Davy Jones.
A picture was pinched between the folds of the wallet. It showed Rin, posing in embrace with a barefoot woman on a bridge. A canopy of trees behind them barely obscured the bruise colored night, fighting with it and the stars for a place in the background. Moonbeams gave the bridge a spotty glow, enough to make out the obviously inhuman appearance of Rin's company. She was a head shorter than him, in a dark blue skirt and beige sweater with red scaled skin and webbed extremities. She flaunted them with her wet sleeves rolled up as far as they could go and Rin's face framed by yellow claws. With her head leaned against the yakuza's chest, she gave the camera a truly reptilian leer - a needle toothed smirk and amber cats eyes that said, "look at me!" Rin, too, was staring into the camera, with heavy eyes and his face half buried into the tufts of hair or tendrils on her head.
Rin angled the wallet back enough to accurately drop a finger on his lady friends face. "This one, right here." He cleared the slur out of his voice with a cough. "Her name is Sen'nyou. She was my girlfriend, or she was going to be, and then my brothers tried to kill us so... We're apart right now. I need to know where she is, so I can... Apologize."
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Post by Augustine on Oct 12, 2022 9:21:11 GMT
"Tengu? Now there's a name I didn't know you humans had." Wait did he just confirm it? That wording implied he'd heard of them when he lived in the demon realm, before coming to Earth, so that was something. Still the conversation shifted to this specific demon and Davy Jones leaned forward, single eye looking at the picture presented, and listening to the story given. "Ahhh, some group you were part of before joining with Charon." For Jones it was obvious, given that the Descendants of Charon seemed to get along completely fine with demons.
"Have ya tried summoning her? You humans got a lot more knowledge about this sort of thing than you did back in my day, especially this lot right here. Of course, not exactly something I'm well versed with, but I'm sure you'll find your lass. If nothing else, I might know a few places to talk to folk better at finding things then damn near any other demon." He barked a laugh that seemed...a bit more bitter than his previous chuckles. "Assuming any of those places are still standing after three hundred years on ice. Alas though, I'm afraid I don't know her lad."
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Post by avidelmv2 on Oct 14, 2022 11:08:07 GMT
Rin nodded to agree with the devils inference. "I was Orochi, for awhile. Yakuza." He froze with his mouth open, jawing on his next words before he swallowed them and followed with something new. "It wasn't about race, it was family business." Pleased by his own quick thinking, Rin boarded another train of thought with a nod. He spent as little time here as he did on the last topic, however. "No, I didn't," was his simple response to Davy. The suggestion of conjuration as a solution passed quietly through the cavernous space between his ears. Rin eyed his mug like it would help and took the next big gulp eagerly. "Conjuration is too hard. Pact magic is popular in Orochi, but the conditions can be unfair. Imagine fighting a tough demon and then your magic goes away because your pact demon felt undervalued. Anyway, Psychic magic was easier, so I learned that instead." His eyes opened wide as a thought occurred to him and he twisted in his seat looking behind and beside him. "I have a guitar. Rigged to use magic, and... And I left it on the ship." The disappointment in his voice was quickly forgotten as he drained his mug of the last few swallows with one. "But if you're still here tomorrow then I'll play something for you. You like metal? I can also play blues and rock but metal is my best."
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Post by Augustine on Oct 14, 2022 21:09:42 GMT
"Hmmm, don't really know what those are." Jones replied with a wave of his hand, "But Conjuration's really not as complicated as folks like to make it out to be. Hah! Most of my weapons use Conjuration." To prove the point he produced from a sleeve what looked to be an extremely old-fashioned flintlock pistol. It was well decorated, with a metallic, bat-like wing running along both sides of the barrel. Then Jones just tossed it behind him as he took another drink, before lifting the empty tankard up to signal for a refill. Then, he held out the other hand and...the pistol just reappeared resting on his palm.
"Granted summoning demons is probably more complicated than a weapon, and I'll admit to having never done the former, but if going back home would be difficult or dangerous it might be worth just seeing if there's a way, or asking other conjurers for help if it really is too complicated. There's apparently plenty of 'em among your new crew, aye?" Just like that the small pistol vanished back up his sleeve as if Jones were a street magician, before he turned his attention to the questions of music.
"Hahahaha! You'll have to forgive this old pirate, but I don't know the first thing about modern music. Blues, Metal, none of that sort of thing existed. Back in my era we had things like Air à boire and folk songs. Point being I don't really know what those words mean, but I might still be around tomorrow, doing a bit of information gathering before I head out to sea again, and I'm quite interested in the new music of this era."
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Post by avidelmv2 on Oct 22, 2022 11:15:32 GMT
Rin was completely absorbed in Davy's magic trick. He even ducked under the table to see where the flintlock might have landed, but no, it was back in the pirates hand when he looked again! "That's so good..." Rin murmured with no quiet measure of awe. He let his thoughts run with the convenience of having such easy access to his gear. It was a compelling enough thought to commit to drunk memory: learn Conjuration, stat! But he lost it just as soon as Davy shifted the conversation topic. "The Descendants use Conjuration almost as much as Orochi." Seeing Davy reach for his mug, Rin did the same, to drink. His lips kept dry. He reached his mug next to Davy's to be refilled, then tried to remember where his train of thought was going.
"I'm sure I could find assistance in demon summoning. Especially in Anima Inc.. The worst case is that I go back to Japan. Ronin may be willing to deal with me." Rin watched his mug fill back to the top with empty eyes. More space to fill with booze. He continued to speak and think aloud while supping gingerly from the mugs rim. "Blues is folksy. Right? You'll like that. And what about what you're looking for? I've been a devil hunter awhile, if you're looking for a particular devil I might know a name."
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Post by Augustine on Oct 23, 2022 8:05:46 GMT
"Is it? I'll take your word on that one." Jones replied, although several people in the crowd affirmed that it was at least more folksy than rock or metal. The topic shifting to devils he knew though, his chuckle was a bit less cheerful. "Ahhhh there's a few of those, but after all this time they've likely died. Not many devils live to my ripe old age, and I only got there with help!" He barked out a laugh but it seemed less genuine. "Aye, I'll be looking into a few names, and there's one right at the top of me list, but I wouldn't worry about it lad. I doubt you know the name, no one else among the Descendants is familiar with them, and I'd rather not darken the evening with the name of such a cur." Clearly someone he wasn't seeking out for amicable reasons! "But enough talk of such things." Jones said dismissively, taking another swig. "I'll hold you to that offer boy, you've intrigued me with your talk of music."
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Post by avidelmv2 on Oct 27, 2022 21:33:25 GMT
Rin nodded his many yes's and agreements with Davy. This was a cur-some cur, and they were better off tending to their booze than wasting cur-tainted breaths. Hallelujah. He drank deep to this and coughed just as wholly as the alcohol trickled down his throat. "Well," the man started wasn't his throat and tongue were willing to cooperate, "we're both Descendants now. If you need any assistance on your quest, find me. We can deal. You get a discount for friendship." Rin stood and rested his hand heavily on Davy's shoulder, partially leaning on the pirate, then collapsed back into his seat. He pulled his mug under his chin to stare into it, using its contents to gauge the times passing. It looked no emptier despite how sure he was of how much he'd drank. Had he gotten a refill?
Rin genuinely considered quaffing the whole thing before the invisible force of responsibility pushed the mug and his hand away. "I'm done for tonight. I am a lightweight, and if I drink anymore, I'll embarrass myself." With that he stood and stumbled his way to the bar counter, leaving some bills with the bartender. "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Davy Jones. Me and my guitar will see you." Rin was out the door a little while after that, his unsteady gait provoking the company of one of his more stable crewmates as he went.
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Post by Augustine on Oct 29, 2022 8:25:06 GMT
"Hahahaha, nothing wrong with knowing your limits lad. Have yourself a good night." With those words following Rin out, that was the end of his evening with the legendary figure. Jones' night would proceed with no other incidents worth noting, and end without event. The morning though would see Jones at his ship at the docks. It was a bit of a windy morning, there were plenty of clouds in the sky, but none of them were particularly thick, with gaps of blue sky visible between them. A sky hinting that maybe a storm was somewhere ahead, but not likely to be anytime soon. In other words, not 'perfect' weather for sailing but more than fine. The docks were crowded of course, this was the delivery dock for the small town who staffed the big resort, so a lot of traffic at most hours. Jones' ship, the Cattail was easy to miss in all the hubbub, being a trawler on more of the small side. It had space to comfortably fit maybe five or six people though, and given he was essentially starting from scratch that was good enough for Jones. His outfit seemed the same as last night, although...the colors had changed. The poet-shirt was a vibrant red now instead of off-white. He and a couple other people were moving cargo...off of their boat. Besides Jones himself there was a black man of impressive height and broad shoulders, his skin a particularly dark shade. Not unnatural but notable if one wasn't used to it. He was just dressed in a T-shirt and shorts as he helped move the cargo, his hair cut short and tight to his head. The other was of a paler complexion, although not white, his hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he had a close cut moustache and goattee on his face. He was actually dressed similarly to Captain Jones, although his shirt was white, and breeches black. The final member of Jones' current crew wasn't helping offload the ship's cargo, but was instead rather pouring over a map of the seas. She was a kind of middle ground between the other two men in terms of the color of her skin, her hair styled in tight braids that were themselves pulled into a ponytail. She seemed fit and capable, in a pair of big cargo pants and a tank-top. Despite his unusual and some might say frightening appearance Jones didn't seem to care one bit, nor was he hiding his impressive strength, lifting a large crate up onto one shoulder, while hauling a large sack of something in the other hand off the boat. The natural assumption would be they were offloading some kind of delivery.
As for the boat itself, it was a trawler boat, decent size, although hardly comparable to a proper yacht. It could be easily taken for a fishing vessel, the hull painted blue at the top and then red down towards the keel, the deck was of a good size, and the wheel enclosed, with access to below decks through there. Although given its size it was hard to say it deserved to be called a bridge.
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Post by avidelmv2 on Nov 4, 2022 2:58:45 GMT
Rin was part of the flood of people passing through the dock's that morning, tripping over his feet and theirs. He just muttered his apologizes and kept pushing through the waves that came crashing over him. The commotion and closeness did no favors for his hangover. He knew today would be a poor one when the scent of fish first wafted in with the seas breeze. So when he came up from the crews quarter, Rin tightened a dark bandana around his brow. The least he could do was keep the sun out his eyes.
With Yamata on his back, Rin followed his recently learned directions to Davy Jones' ship to the best of his ability. He remembered Davy and his promise to play for them if he remembered anything at all that night. It wasn't just obligation dragging Rin out of bed this morning - he genuinely wanted to show new music to the man of antiquity, and couldn't miss an opportunity to show off his guitar either. Rin found Davy before he found the Cattail but not for lack of trying. The demon was hard to miss carrying his cargo in the manner he did. Rin did a double-take just seeing the size of the crate they had shouldered before recognizing Davy.
He approached after Davy stacked their cargo away, pulling Yamata under his arm as he did. The violet heads of Yamata no Orochi painted on his skin coiled up to his wrist, visible where Rin had rolled the sleeves of his black-and-gold baroque print dress shirt to the elbow. "Good morning to you." Rin's greeting was parch of any enthusiasm and punctuated by a slight nod. His face was tight with focus, or discomfort, or both, and maybe he knew that, because he didn't look Davy in the eye for long. "What has you working so early?" Rin turned to the trawl behind them, what he he assumed to be Davy's ship. "Did you come in late last night from a delivery?"
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Post by Augustine on Nov 4, 2022 11:24:50 GMT
Davy Jones wasn't sure when he was going to see the lad again, or frankly if he was even going to. It wasn't a knock on Rin's reliability but simply the reliability of light hearted promises made over alcohol late at night. Frankly Jones wouldn't have held it against Rin if the lad had simply forgotten yet he did show up, as Jones set down the things he was carrying.
"Hahaha! Great timing there lad, give it another half an hour and I'd probably be out to sea!" The ancient captain laughed as he turned to walk back towards his ship. "Nay, this is stuff for voyages, we're gutting our hold to make room for extra cargo. Got ourselves a juicy little tip that shouldn't take more than a day to capitalize on, an' the more we can fit the better the payday, haha! Regardless, you should come aboard, got some food and drink up there at the pilothouse." He pointed to the raised enclosure hiding the wheel to direct the ship.
As Jones hopped back onto the ship to head back down belowdecks, the woman sitting looking over a map lifted her head up, and spoke in a thick Caribbean accent, "'Ey captain, who's this one?"
"Name's Rin, the lad promised to play for me some more of this modern aged music. Who knows, maybe he'll even come along for our little trip!" That with another cackle from the devil as he disappeared below, but it wouldn't be long before he was back up with a few more things.
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Post by avidelmv2 on Nov 4, 2022 20:58:40 GMT
"Water will be fine." Rin followed behind Davy, greeting his navigator with the same deeply business-like greeting. "I met Captain Davy Jones last night over drinks. He was good company to me. Very helpful with a problem I have." Rin turned Yamata around to his chest with the sitar angled mostly behind him. He handled it with a tenderness that didn't respect the instruments visual menace. Its color palette matched his visible tattoos almost perfectly, like they were the heads of the serpent missing from view. Each neck's headstock was shaped in the image of a maw, and the tuning pegs like gnashing teeth.
"I'm aware he doesn't know much about modern music. Before I was a sailor, I was a passionate musician. I'd like to play for him on my Yamata." His pride for his instrument and craft was evident in his voice. Before he was a sailor, or even a devil hunter, he was a musician. Rin rested his hands on the body of the bass, playing his scales and tuning the neck to a more plucky sound. He found a seat against the rail of the ship while he continued.
"I favor heavy and energetic sounds as a guitarist but I am also proficient in playing rock, blues. I can approximate jazz, but it's not my strong suit. If the crew has any requests in those genres I'd be more than happy to play them." Rin droned on his audition pitch, only looking up when he was satisfied with his guitar's voice. His eyes fell on the maps the navigator was reading through and then to her. "You're not clearing your hold for a delivery, are you?" He spoke in certainty with a half-chuckle. "I may have forgotten who your captain was for a minute."
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Post by Augustine on Nov 5, 2022 6:16:28 GMT
"Well it's up there in the pilothouse, help yourself." Jones said before disappearing briefly belowdecks. The pilothouse really was just a small little closet sized space, with all the buttons and levers and the wheel itself for piloting a ship of this size. Closet sized might be a bit mean, two people could probably fit in here reasonably comfortably, even if it was designed for only one person to pilot it, and three could fit even if it'd be a bit crowded.
Inside the pilothouse, set upon the console, or rather past it up near the windshield looking out over the waters ahead, was a deep platter filled with...well crab legs, some fresh, sliced fruits and a couple whole fruits that didn't slice easily, toast, and a large jug of water with some plastic cups set near it. That was if he went to investigate as told. The woman seated looking over the map just chuckled though. "Forgotten? Forgotten the reason every sailor on the Atlantic knows the name Davy Jones? Hah. How'd you manage that one eh?"
A barrel came up from the hatch to belowdecks, Jones hoisting the thing up over his head, before moving it down to hold it near his waist, and then caber tossing it up onto the pier where it flipped and landed neatly on one end. "Now, now Galiane be nice. Besides this isn't technically piracy." As the large African man came back towards the ship Jones waved him off. "That's the last of it!" Then back to Rin, "No this is a legitimate bit of devil hunting. There's a cargo ship out there, adrift at sea, not too far off, maybe a day of sailing, depending on where it's drifted. More'n likely whatever devils are on that ship killed the crew, or forced them to hol' up some place they can't pilot the thing. So, I'm gonna sail out there, do a little exterminatin' and take a paltry sample of the wealth on that thing for my troubles. Not like my little trawler can put much of a dent in the kind of cargo those massive ships hold, hahaha!"
He turned and flipped the hatch to belowdecks shut, walking into the pilothouse to grab a coconut and then lean against the doorway, his thumb puncturing a hole through the solid, hardened shell as easily as someone poking a hole in thin styrofoam. "It was gonna be just me and Galiane, the rest of me crew are gonna stay ashore, set out the details for our next proper job, but you're welcome to come along if ya want, and get yerself a cut of the loot too, hahaha!" He brought the coconut to his mouth and drank deeply after making his offer.
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Post by avidelmv2 on Nov 5, 2022 18:20:01 GMT
Rin bowed his head in mock shame, smiling at the ground. "I blame my hangover entirely." He pulled Yamata back to his side to listen entirely to Davy's proposal. It was a surprise and a relief that this wasn't an outright sea raid, especially when a part of the payout was promised to him. He wasn't familiar with any fences on this island, so who knew how long it would take to get his reward? "Then that's marine salvage," was how Rin responded after a moment of quiet thought. He followed Davy into the pilothouse to pour himself a cup of water and supped on it while he continued. "On responding to a distress call, a salvor is entitled to compensation proportionate to the value of the ship and its cargo. A contractual agreement established when your help is accepted. Entirely legal. You could even make a case that neutralization of a demonic threat is prevention of environment casualties, in which case you make monetary gain whether or not you succeed." Rin set his cup at his feet as he leaned back on the rail, turning Yamata around to strum a low-energy bassline.
"I'm sure the crew on that ship will happily pay us when they understand all of this, if they're alive. I'm very grateful for the opportunity. It's a good deal."
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Post by Augustine on Nov 6, 2022 20:58:47 GMT
Jones response to Rin's reasoning was to throw his head back and laugh. "See? I told ya it wasn't piracy." He said to the young Japanese man. "We go in, clear out the demons, rescue any survivors, and then take whatever we want of the cargo that can fit!"
The old devil walked past him, pulling the ramp up to the pier off as the other two men stood there. "All good cap'n, should have our next job sorted out by the time you're back."
"Good, good, you lads try not to get into too much trouble aye?" Jones said, before strolling back to the pilothouse. "An' welcome aboard then Rin! It'll be nice to have some music on the way there." The engine of the boat was going to fire up, and then the trawler would start to pull away from the pier and head into the bay, out into the open water, carrying the three of them off.
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Post by avidelmv2 on Nov 12, 2022 23:31:31 GMT
Rin gave an acknowledging nod, but he was absorbed in his music. He was busy finding the right subject to let Yamata sing to while he warmed their throat with his strumming. A slow and melancholic exposition? A jaunty limerick with room for back-and-forth? Rin started and stopped, the only sign of his growing frustration being the intentness he played with when he continued again. That, his playing, was fine. His fingers travelled the guitars length in confident, measured strides. Each harmony was engineered as a tug on the heartstrings, each bounce a rise to the spirits. But that wasn't music, was it? Familiar chords, familiar riffs. Rin stopped again, letting his hands hover over his guitars strings while he waited for something to come to him. His eyes focused on his hands after awhile, then on the floor, until he finally lifted eyes to Davy with a sigh.
"I've got nothing to play for you. How about you sing one of your sea shanties, and I'll improvise something over that."
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Post by Augustine on Nov 13, 2022 8:07:25 GMT
"Having trouble thinking of what to play?" The woman on the ship asked as he strummed at his guitar, struggling with what he should do, if anything. Galiane her name was, she seemed amused. "Why not just think of an actual song to play eh?"Jones though could easily hear them, the pilothouse was right next to them, the ship wasn't big, and it didn't have a way to close off, no door to shut. "Ahhh a shanty eh? Heh, not much of a shanty with only three of us, buuuuut I might have a song in mind.""Ah, here we go." Galiane said with a good natured tiredness, clearly not actually upset. The good captain though would clear his throat, and make sure his voice carried as he kept the ship on course. At first it was no words, but just him carrying a tune, the opening notes to a song. His voice wasn't going to win him any awards, or get him any record deals. It was rough, but it was also surprisingly low given his normal upbeat manner of speaking, and he clearly could carry a tune and follow rhythm. Then after a moment he'd start to sing.
"There was a maid this other day and she must needs go forth to play and as she walked she sighed and said 'I am afraid to die a maid' with that beheld a lad, what talk this maiden had whereof he was full glad and did not spare to say, 'Fair maid, I pray, whither go you today' 'Good sir' then did she say, 'What do you care?' 'For I will, without fail,
maiden give to you Watkins ale.' 'Watkins ale, good sir' quoth she,
'what is that, I pray you tell me.'"
It was a fast paced tune for sure, going by the first verse quick and jaunty, a cheerful song that definitely sounded old fashioned that was for sure. Even the way Jones spoke, some of his pronunciations were strange, old fashioned. English had changed a lot over the centuries after all, the way he pronounced 'sighed' being one of the particularly strange ones. Rin might not even realize that was what was said!
That was hardly the whole song though, and as long as no one said otherwise, Jones would continue into the next verse!
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Post by avidelmv2 on Nov 13, 2022 19:39:43 GMT
"Just anything doesn't feel right," was Rin's response to Galiane. It was a casual sounding comment, but with a curt seriousness belying his calm surface. He didn't sound offended, but his musicians pride was hurting. Just play anything? This had become more about just playing for Davy. He was looking to make an impression and show-off while doing it. It was the truth she could read in his face even if he didn't admit it himself. He was going to define music with the letters 'R-I-N' in all capitals or he wasn't going to play at all.
The musician readied himself with his guitar again when Davy started singing. The gravel in the man's singing voice wasn't a concern of Rin's. Instead, he was analyzing their timbre and tempo, matching it with his playing. He improvised a simple bassline to match the rise and fall of the tune and Davy's cadence, low and heavy chords like thumps on wood. He played them out with one hand, displacing the other to the 12-string to start another riff there. It hummed through a filter of fine grit, harmonizing with the busier verses as they bundled together. He played both necks simultaneously, focused on maintaining that effort rather than enjoying the shanty. The notes that sounded out of Yamata and up his arms were reward enough, at least.
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welcome
The definitive Devil May Cry Role-play.
On Buried Light, you get to play the role of a Devil Hunter in a modern world that is still recovering from the largest demon invasion to date.
We have an active community on the Discord server, and all of the roleplaying is done on the companion Forum website. You are free to customize your character, their Squad of Devil Hunters, and team up with your friends to create the best stories the Devil May Cry world has ever seen.
credits
Buried Light was created by pepsi. Written roleplay content is copyrighted to Buried Light. We don't own Devil May Cry, credit for everything DMC-related goes to Capcom. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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