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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Nodding his head, Salem felt a hint of guilt within him. He completely forgot to introduce himself, as he usually does when speaking to a stranger. Whether or not that was a wise decision he didn't truly care at the moment. There are very few in this world that are both hostile and remorseful for the deceased, and because of that, Salem felt no need to be on the offensive.
"My apologies," Salem began, leaning on a nearby grave, "My name is Salem..." Always, he found himself hesitating to speak his full name, the burden of having it still a fresh wound on his soul. Regaining himself, he continued, "I am awandering requiem artisan, so to speak," Just like his greeting, his words were soft spoken. "However, if I must say, if I wanted trouble with you, which I certainly don't, I would have began the beginning of this song with something more sharp."
Following her quick glance, he again nodded, this time producing a small smile at what she just said. To the musician it was nice to know that there were people in the world that still are somewhat respectful of the dead. He found himself relaxed more than he was a few moments ago, juggling the idea of making what he is known to his conversing partner. "I agree wholeheartedly, being one of the unfortunate deceased myself." Running a hand through his hair before reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small journal, waving it in the air. "This, along with my two side weapons, are all that I have on me, if that gives you any closure. I mean no ill intent right now." Salem, not wanting to linger on the subject of conflict or disrespect anymore than had to, stood upright and dusted himself off. He began to approach closer, stopping at the second closest stone and dropping his journal on it.
He hoped that at a closer distance, she could see him more clearly. He was well aware that this put him at a disadvantage, however if a fight did ensure, the tides would very quickly turn. A place of rest such as this, filled with so many corpses, is the last place anyone would want to fight a reaper.
Once again, the reaper found himself in an area where the deceased were buried, again looking for the names or titles of those that used to have a good life in poetry or music. He was running out of muse, and this was the only time of day he could freely roam without the nuisance that was large crowds. The lit disk in the sky shone down on his white attire, making him look like the polar opposite of what he was.
Salem decided that tonight he could afford to switch up his fit, and so he was dressed in something more holy as to not disturb anyone wandering around paying their respects. Still, with the brighter wardrobe, he never left without his long sword and firearm at his hips, concealed as they always were, however he highly doubted he’d need them for more than one reason, all of them selfish in nature.
One hand in his pocket, he slowly wandered around the yard, brushing his hand on each head stone, quickly inspecting each one. Most were new, a lot more were chipped, and the rest were dated. Whoever built them clearly had no idea what they were doing, else they would accommodate for weathering and erosion. Continuing on still, he found not one name he recognized. Were there really no artisans buried here?
Suddenly stopping, Salem turned towards one particular stone, quite literally just a stone in the ground and not as refined nor neat as the others. Glancing back, he realized he’d been walking a bit faster than he intended, lost in his thought about the design of the markers. Turning back to the stone, he inspected the name only to find it illegible. He made a mental note to return here and attempt to fix it before noticing someone else with him in the cemetery, just rows across.
A woman, from what he could make out, with hair as dark as the night around them. Firstly hesitant, the musician thought over his options. Maybe they were looking for an artisan as well, and if not, they might know of one who once lived themselves. It’s just one person present, so he decided to ask. Remaining where he was, he spoke in an audible, but soft voice, his intent not to startle them. “Greetings, do you have a moment?”
Today I felt the most sensational of things. It was neither warm nor cold, it was simply a shiver of seemingly magical proportions that I could not pinpoint. Whatever it was, on the day of training, I found myself able to peer into Purgatory once more and take from it, using my eye of crimson.
No doubt a non-literal blessing in disguise…
As an experiment, I reached for the soul I claimed I would not allow to let go, the soul of Scabrithe the Child Killing Giant, former servant to Xia of the Shimmering Tide, and to my bewilderment, the dreadful thing appeared! I was able to easily control it to do my bidding, however I only tormented it for the remainder of the day before returning the soul to the dimension of the dead.
The ability to now use my melodic necromancy to have dominion over the things I take as my own will most certainly come in handy in the future… however I have no intent on using it casually, or if needed… for now.
What once was possibly an innocent youth that grew to now frightening heights and stature, the multi-headed entity I will dub The Wolf is a thing of absolute chaos, I daresay even more so than my own Mother can do in a short span of time, provided she was as scattered in the head as The Wolf. While in the Coastal Area, I encountered The Wolf while looking for washed up bodies of the condemned. Nigh immediately, it attacked.
The encounter.
What is taller than small buildings, and bears more teeth than the most fiercest of beasts? That would be The Wolf, and it is The Wolf that I would not mind never meeting again, however if I so happened to cross paths with it once more, or for a final time, I will finish what I failed to end. Such an existence is a sad and truly sorrowful song, stuck on staccato, unable to decide between itself in the most unfortunate of ways. However true this is, and very true it may be, I can’t idly remain on rest while The Wolf devours children.
Appearance wise it seems to take the form of a child, or perhaps it is indeed a child possessed by evils unknown. From it’s lower area sprouts up to four large snakes of canines, each one with seemingly a different appetite. I have to gaze into the heavens to see it’s peak if it wished to stand on all fours like most mortals do.
The conclusion.
This is the unfortunate song of failure, some small being has not succeeded in controlling the corruption that plagues this former child, however the “child” itself seems to have no regret or sorrow for the actions it does, and because of that there is no reason why I should pity it further. Perhaps I should re-evaluate my all out policy...
The first entry to my third volume of written travels, and most certainly one of the more interesting ones, I first encountered Xia of the Shimmering Tide while on my way to repair an old giant’s home, later discovered to be the most grimmest of creatures, in the tree-etched farmland of the Earthen District. While I do not know her full name, I truly don’t need to, nor do I care to learn it. A stage name would suffice just fine.
The encounter.
Miss Xia is one of the few to approach me out of free will, and not to attempt something lethal. Her soul is of the conflicted nature, yet steadfast in what it is. A peculiar thing that deserves a stanza all for itself.
As for appearance, she is a petite, short individual with eyes just as if not bluer than clean ocean waters. I’m more than sure those eyes hold cold truths, similar to the cruel and cold winds of the sea. For an untrained or uncaring eye, Ms. Xia appears relatively harmless, but alas from first hand experience, I can testify the nigh exact opposite. Even more so in my case, considering my personal limits.
The conclusion.
For one that can control the waters of the world, to make it bend, twist, and burst upon command in a refined and controlled way, they will be able to command the upmost respect from even those with formidable power. Is not the body made out of some sort of water? Or the air you breathe rich with it? How about the liquids you drink to survive? Making an enemy of one such person could possibly be the most foolish thing one can do, and so of course I did the opposite.
Ms. Xia, now ally of mine for now, holds no hate nor false aggression towards me, and I the same towards her. Mysterious as she is delightfully sincere in the most strangest of ways, I’m very interested in seeing where and when this particular song finds its conclusion.
The thought of seeing himself as a fool somewhat amused Salem, lightly laughing in response. "Did you know, Ms. Xia, that a fool is simply a court jester? An entertainer for the noblemen of monarch old..." Salem was more than a fool, one could say he was the most foolish fool of them all, for he would be the only one daring enough to approach a god and play for them, not stopping at a mere king. "Present day, fools have evolved to artisans."
"Ms. Xia, I said I have no qualms follow you, I meant that. Your allegiances, loyalties, and practices don't mean much to me right now, honestly. As for the vipers that wish to bite you to death from behind like cowards..." The musician allowed a very brief surge of grim energy to cover his hand as he raised it, the energy disappearing in the air as he clenched his fist, "I'll cut down, if need be. We don't want a repeat of Caesar's Story." Salem said, with a small smile. If by vipers Xia meant people attempting to backstab her, in his eyes, they were more than deserving of requiem. In his eyes and his alone, those were the acts of a backstabbing guardian, and he severely disliked it. He of course also didn't want anything to happen to his new ally before he had the chance to see where her song would end.
Eyes now gleaming with delight, Salem repeated the title in his head over and over until finally speaking it out loud: "Xia of the Shimmering Tide... that is a far better name than just Xia of Water! However since that was in another life, I will take the time to find an equally elegant name for your current one." Almost instantly, he began thinking of different cadences and rhythms he could use that fits with the name before realizing it would most likely take him more than just a few moments. "Yes... I can most certainly do something with that, and in time you'll see the fruit of my efforts. I promise I won't disappoint. Perhaps I'll make a song about the two of our paths crossing; 'A Cold Deathly Day', maybe." Adjusting his neat fit after finishing his sentence, he hid his hands in the pockets of his pants, as he did when they first began their meeting.
Salem gave a slight nod to Xia, hopefully relaying the message that wherever she wanted to venture to, he would follow, as there was nothing else for him to do in the area, and the district he called "home" was not any better, minus the colder air.
Nodding in agreement, Salem quietly replied. "Yes, although I would appreciate it if you kept that between us..." The musician truly didn't mind who knew how much he held back, however from past experiences, those who did always abused that information, leading him into extremely dangerous situations that he, or someone he truly cared for, simply wouldn't survive... all because he refused to go all out. Being a man of his word was of course beneficial, yet equally dangerous. "Of course. It's important to know what kind of lively soul you're dealing with, so you can adjust your composition's music accordingly."
This giant... crushed a child? An innocent child who did no wrong? Immediately his smile faded for the last time that day; his weakness for the young showing through the hate filled glare he directed at Xia. He now had reason enough to never let go of the giant who's name no longer mattered. Turning briefly to look at the corpse, he began to think about the ways he could make an example out of the beast with the least amount of blood possible, breaking his thought after deciding he would deal with it later. "Miss Xia, you should have lead with that. I would've ended him sooner... I suppose if you didn't, we wouldn't have met properly."
Salem watched curiously as a streak of bright, light blue began to swirl in such a lovely fashion. It was different from his requiems, dark and violet streaked with crimson, yet a change he absolutely loved. He didn't move as she waved her hand, and as she did he felt the pain that bore down on him lifted... 'Healing magi,' he thought. Rarely has Salem been the target of such healing, more often than not it was a way to cripple him. "Thank you," he said, feeling well enough to return to his dual purple gaze, his inferior yet formidable state. Salem while knowing the kind of person Xia is, felt she wouldn't attempt to be rid of him, right now at least, and relaxed with the thought.
Upon hearing the question, he simply turned to retrieve his blade still sheathed in the corpse of it that shouldn't be named, removing it with minor difficulty. "I wander, yes, wherever the music of life takes me, and share the music of death to those who deserve it." Walking towards Xia, stopping a respectable distance away, he sheathed his blade properly on his side, ensuring his firearm is also safely concealed. "It would seem like that lively music led me to you, or you to me, so I have no qualms following you," While what he said was true, there was a part of him that wondered if he meant it. He still truly didn't know what he was to do on this world besides...
"However. If I so happen to run into my mother, a heaven entity... don't expect me to retain my loyalties or keep my word about following you. That woman is the cause of all suffering I endured thus far, and I will rip her and heaven from existence. That is the cost of my choosing."
Calming down, Salem regained his cool and grim composure, daring to draw closer to the water manipulator. "Other than that, I see no reason why we can't make a few songs together, miss Xia of the Water." Salem stopped completely, a hand on his hip in thought. "Xia of the Water...? I'll come up with a better sounding title than that..." Lightly shrugging, Salem gave Xia his undivided attention. Today he possibly made a new ally, and perhaps a friend as well, one that he could possibly trust but be very weary of.
Salem stopped humming as Xia approached, seemingly out of nowhere in his perspective, as he was still very partially blind. Salem smiled softly as he listened to her words, cruel and cold. So, the giant was apart of her games? Somehow, this didn't truly surprise Salem, only made him respect the elegant lady more. She manipulated people as a violinist manipulates the strings of their instrument. "Scabrithe... it isn't a pretty name," Salem said, leaning back against the corpse. "It'll be pretty troublesome to make a nice headstone for them."
Listening again, closely, he laughed, only stopping because of the pain he felt. He forgot things such as himself were prone to it, and the temperature of the world. Afraid of death? What an absolutely absurd thing to say, after everything he's been through. However now, Xia had given him reason enough to not allow the giant's soul to pass on. Focusing, Salem using the every bit of magic he had left to reach out to the corpse's soul before it passed, and took it for himself, all with only a motion of his hand.
Looking at it with an eye as bloody as his person, he absorbed and consumed it, the delicate yet fresh and powerful soul becoming apart of him. Unfortunately because of the mess it made of Salem, his kindness did not reach to the giant's soul, only cruelty. The musician would see to it that it would never see the afterlife. Filled with newfound power, given to him by the freshly dead, Salem stood, looking down at Xia with purple and red eyes. He began to direct attention to his bloody arm, it beginning to heal. "I cannot passively heal myself," Salem said, explaining what he was doing, "And I'm not afraid of a second death, Xia, although I do apologize for this scene... I momentarily let my anger get the better of me."
Now inspecting his own arm, he knew it would take quite awhile before it was healed, and the soul he received from the giant would only last for so long, however it was long enough for him to stand up and address the matter at hand. With a smile, Salem began explaining his self-inflicted plight. "I also apologize it took me so long to quiet the loud giant. See, I promised myself I would never excerpt 100 percent of my power..." Salem paused before continuing, remembering recent events, "For someone such as yourself, I'd assume you would call that 'making your opponent underestimate you'."
Still very hurt, yet refilled with energy, Salem leaned against the corpse, his sword still placed into the skull of the former pawn of a giant, shining like Excalibur in the spotted light. The sight kindled his urge to write a song about it, but refrained from doing so, his attention fully on Xia.
"What now, miss Xia?" He questioned. It was nice having someone as intelligent, if not more so, than himself to talk to. It was surely a break from the many ghosts he was usually around.
Try not to get squished? What excellent advice, Salem thought, brows raising in sarcastic agreement. "Of course," he called back to Xia, now closely beside a tree above solid ground. 'So she intends on doing nothing, then...' he thought. Something else he should have suspected shortly after the beginning of their meeting. So be it, surely he could figure out a way to quickly dispatch the giant.
His ears echoed with sound, and not a benevolent one. A sound of rage and loud irritancy. He was getting impatient, the giant, and Salem intended to not keep him waiting any longer. Now turning to face the 10 foot tall humanoid, he began to wonder how in all of Hell, Earth, and Purgatory he would best this situation, even with the hunting skills he mastered. It would have already been over if he wasn't completely exhausted of magical energy, however that was not the case. "Stay there, miss Xia. I would hate to see you undead under my control." The giant roared yet again, raising it's foot high above the musical reaper. Salem dodged to his left, tumbling as a large foot dropped on the spot he once was. The earth cracked and shaked as the giant did so, making Salem sigh.
Beginning to respond to the attack in kind, the giant again made a move, quickly lowering his fist down at Salem. Caught off guard, he attempted to move out the way, only to be struck on his arm, launching the reaper back against a tree, hard. Groaning in pain, Salem inspected the wounded arm, finding plenty of bones either broken or shattered... which, he did not know. He did know that there was now a good amount of blood seeping from under his sleeve and on his tattered clothing. Salem stared at the injury. The pain was beginning to affect him, however he didn't care right then. He was more concerned with the blood he saw.
The giant roared again, now approaching him, pushing trees away as he grew closer. Now, Salem absolutely disliked blood, and hated it on his person. Weakly standing, he said nothing as apparent certain death approached. His smile was nowhere to be found, fake and valid. He still intended to hold back his nature, however now, it was clear the giant was no longer a minor threat. It was out for blood, and it has succeeded in irritating the reaper enough to warrant the cranky giant's death. He felt the air shift, and ducked in turn as another foot narrowly missed his head, but uprooted several trees in the process. Salem dismissed the thought of Xia being flung around, knowing someone such as herself would fare fine without aid.
Using his healthy arm, Salem drew his sword, staring blankly at the ground as the giant stared down at him, no doubt preparing another attack. He waited, gripping his blade with intent to eradicate the foolish soul that angered him. Finally the giant began to roar yet again, the thing Salem was waiting for. Sprinting forward, quickly but much slower than a live human, he rushed at the ankles of the tall being, unbeknownst to the giant itself. As soon as he got close enough, he began to use the strength he had left to start severing the foot of the giant.
Of course the giant felt this, and began to shake Salem off, the reaper only hanging on, the blade digging deep into the ankle. No matter what the giant did, spin, jump, run, It didn't matter to Salem; he kept hanging on, and each action the giant took only served to increase the severity of its growing wound. After a few minutes of frantic movement, Salem, clothes now noticeably in disrepair and bloody, pulled with all his might, reaching the foot bone, and the giant began to fall. Salem was launched a few feet in the air during the fall, landing on the ground with a thud, breaking more bones.
"Now... that we are on even ground..." Salem said, getting to his feet, his condition unaffecting his drive to dispatch the giant, "I can properly guide you to Hell." The giant, in clear pain, made noise Salem couldn't make out; he truly wasn't listening. His path towards the old giant was slow and rigged, and as he approached him, he noticed the foot he severed halfway had broken off completely during the fall. He continued walking until he got to it's head. He pointed the tip of his sword at the giant's eye, and in response the giant began pleading. "I suppose my mother was right about one thing, miss Xia..." Salem said, speaking loud enough so Xia could hear him, wherever she was. "The thing the living ignorant does best..." Salem plunged his blade deep into the eye of the felled giant, causing a horrible wail of pain to escape his lips, before removing the blade, and moving onto the next eye, doing the same. "Is beg for mercy." Again, the giant cried out, Salem only blankly staring at him in response, watching the blood escape to the ground, the act only irritating him more. Finally, after mere moments of pain, Salem sheathed his blade... into the giant's head.
The musician, bloody and in ruin, collapsed beside the dead giant, unable to move anything except his head and arm. He could take the soul of this giant easily, and use it to remain active, however it was against his personal code. There wasn't a need for him to do that. Again calling out to the water manipulator, he wondered if now she would come to his aid, or leave him here to an unknown fate. "So much for repairing his home... ah, well..." He said, weakly, watching from semi-blind eyes a bird fly by, humming the song he started before this conflict.
Salem was briefly caught off guard before readying his sword in response to the five spheres of water, giving Xia a mini bow as a thank you for the quicker projectiles before dashing to his left and raising his sword tip upwards until it was parallel with his shoulder in a horizontal way. The moment a single water ball appeared in his vision, he used his heightened speed to roll back and launch his blade right at the sphere, it bursting afterwards. The blade continued to fly in the air, bursting another bubble, and landing lodged in a tree trunk.
Wasting no time, Salem reached back into his cloak to pull out his custom made special handgun, it sizzling to life the moment the sun's limited rays hit it. Salem smiled as he easily dispatched the rest of the bubbles with three perfectly placed shots, the bullets themselves having holes inside each one. As the silencer in the gun masked the firing sound, Salem's grim projectiles made a short lived, but wonderful tune as the wind passed through the bullet's hole ridden surface before destroying its targets.
Looking back at Xia, wondering if that was all, Salem noticed the elegant lady make some sort of gesture. "What-" he began to say, before hearing a horridly loud noise, one of anger and disgust. "The giant," Salem said with minor irritation as he looked over shoulder in the direction of the large humanoid, already seeing trees fall in its waking. "So much for rebuilding its home..." the musician said, sighing as he put his firearm away. Again beginning to address Xia, Salem stopped, falling to his knees as his head throbbed. His crimson eye returned to its purple color as he stared with penance. His time had run out.
Salem was no longer smiling as he began thinking of ways to emerge victorious in the fight that was soon to pursue, knowing full well that with his major disadvantages, he stood little chance if he didn't act now. "There is vile..." Salem began, running over to a tree and pulling on its bark and branches, "and then there is you, Ms. Xia..." He said this with neither disgust nor surprise. He knew full well what kind of person she was, as he looked at her soul earlier, however still cursed himself for playing around as much as he did... but it was in his nature. That was inevitable. "Nevertheless, not as vile as my mother, so this is something I can easily forgive."
Succeeding in pulling a few branches from the tree, Salem ran over to another across from it, doing the same, over and over until all of the branches were tied together, pulling the nature close together. A hunting trap meant for small game, magnified on a large scale. Again Salem silently thank his father for the skills he displayed. Paying no attention to Xia now, Salem again quickly ran over to his former spot, the soil now wet, a byproduct of their game. Readying his sword, he patiently waited for the upset individual, who did indeed emerge from the trees. Salem looked up as it simply stepped over his trap.
He then turned towards Xia as he felt the presence of the unnaturally tall and clearly living giant just meters behind him.. however he only stared at Xia, smiling cruelly. It was true he preferred not to fight, and it was very true that if he were to engage in one, the chances of using everything in his arsenal was low, and lastly it was most certainly true that taking on a giant without magic of any kind was seemingly a death wish... but only two of those things held true when he was not being provoked.
The giant roared, and in response Salem began singing part of a song his mother used to sing to him, the same two part song that she sung moments before she ended his mortal life. Salem could hear the giant demand for them to make their intentions known, knowing that whatever answer they gave, he would simply try to crush the musician. Stopping his song, Salem responded, still facing Xia, in the loudest voice he could muster. While the giant's booming voice shook trees, Salem's made the insentient life know doom and gloom as his response provoked the giant even more. "My objective now, sire... is to do things unholy."
A sentence he only spoke to those that he did not see surviving an encounter with him. In one piece, that is. Finally turning to the giant, Salem wondered what Xia would do as he braced himself for whatever came next.
While pondering what Xia said about water being everything, wondering if what she said was metaphorical or literal, Salem watched with a sharp red glare as five more spheres of liquid came zooming at him, at a much higher velocity than before, to his delight. He was instantly reminded of his times hunting with his father in life, when they would pursue small, but fast, game.
Taking a step back, Salem again eased his grip off of his sword, allowing gravity to do most of the work for him as it shifted further downward. He let the water spheres get within a foot of his person before preforming an angled horizontal swipe with his blade, severing two out of the four water balls at his side. The musician then twisted his foot, rotating on his heel to allow his sword tip to pierce the last remaining two at the sides before turning his attention to the last sphere, now mere inches away from him.
Closer than he expected, he silently cursed himself for momentairly forgetting about this pesky sphere before dashing backwards with a swift push with both of his heels firmly on the ground. The sphere was now in front of him, nearly about to hit the ground as Salem stabbed his sword into the ground, and into the water ball as well, it being pinned there before bursting suddenly. Sword still buried in the earth, Salem bowed lightly.
"I haven't got wet yet, miss Xia." Salem said with pride. Yes, this was bringing back memories, and he was pleased to see that his swordsmanship has not deteriorated over the few months he was inactive.
She made a good point... was his coat waterproof? Rolling his shoulders, he disregarded the comment from Xia, returning her prideful smile full force with a smirk, watching her mold a sphere of water with her fingertips in awe. It was the first time he'd seen someone manipulate water itself in such a manner, and with such control. His train of thought, was interrupted as Xia sent a large water sphere towards his direction... at a rather slow pace. Salem was annoyed, but remained expressionless besides the smirk a few moments earlier.
"Easy for one with quick reflexes," Salem said in an almost mocking manner, "Why not throw them all at me? It's just water." As the ball of liquid grew nearer, he flicked his wrist upwards, allowing his blade to glide through the palm of his hand towards the sky before regaining a firm grasp on the handle, allowing gravity to do it's work; the bubble flew past both his left and right sides before losing shape and bursting, having being cut right down the middle.
Salem was a master swordsman, and having those skills being tested in such a minuscule way always managed to bother him... despite not wanting to be pushed further at all in order to keep his "never go above 50%" rule. A weird mindset he had towards displays of skill that was not music, one he was still sorting out himself. Despite this, he quietly thanked his father for taking the time to teach him the subjects he mastered.
Using his bare right hand to check for stray droplets of water, and finding none, he returned the sword to his side, tip pointed towards the ground. "As I said, I promised not to fatally harm you, and I assure you that I'm capable of defending myself from your aqua-attacks," pausing, Salem gave Xia his second genuine smile of the day before continuing, "So try to let loose a bit and have some fun. Water in motion always had a strange, mystic, melody to it... even more so when it is disturbed or popped."
Salem's smile faded after realizing the nature of this challenge. It absolutely wasn't a word game nor riddle. It seemed more like a means to gauge his talent combat wise. Why else would she add in having to confront the giant in the case it wakes? Nodding solemnly, Salem agreed to her terms, since it did not include him intentionally harming a neutral party, only a potential hostile one.
Getting into his usual carefree stance, he placed two fingers on the hilt of his blade, still sheathed. 'I'll have to make this quick,' he thought, knowing his reflexes were drastically reduced without using his eye, however Xia didn't know this, yet. "The terms are acceptable..." Knowing full well he would absolutely fail this challenge as soon as it starts if he used his blade in his current condition. Growing more and more uneasy, he started to wonder exactly how strong this human looking woman was. She could potentially kill him, he noted. The woman in front of him wasn't exactly a pure soul, something he made a mental note of when he gazed into it earlier.
Salem stared at Xia, considering his options yet again through his foggy eyes. Sighing, he retreated a few feet away from her, his left eye beginning to hiss to life in a crimson aura. Feeling his energy, magic, and power being restored to him, Salem breathed in, and when breathing out, his blade was ready in his hands. A quick draw. The musician had about five minutes before he had to stop using his prowess and rest, that meant five minutes of him being as close to his peak as he was willing to go. More than enough for popping bubbles.
"Are you ready, Xia?" Salem was determined to quickly end the challenge, planning to ensure nothing drastic happened to awaken the giant. If he ran out of time and the giant woke... things would be fairly grim for him.
Salem leaned against the pillar of the building, sighing. More of a crowd showed up than expected, and he just wasn't going to address that many people. He'd rather die. Again. Straightening his coat, and packing his things, he started to leave, before coming up with a rather clever idea. Crimson eye hissing to life, he took command of a rather fresh corpse, intending to interact with the crowd through this proxy. Making the corpse clear its throat with a low gurgle, Salem guided it out onto the platform, addressing those in front of him with a bow. "Welcome current, potential, and future musicians, dancers, singers, and artisans, to the Requiem Musical Assembly."
Are you an individual who enjoys the wonders of music, the sound of voice embarking in song, or, perhaps, like dancing to those tunes? You will find yourself right at home with the Requiem Musical Assembly! The Musical Assembly is a group of like-mind people who's goal is to both spread the wonders of the art that is music, as well as teach others that wish to see for themselves the endless possibilities this art can bring.[break][break]
Located primarily in Aria Village, the Musical Assembly is lead by Salem Esmeree , and meet in locations usually quiet in nature, where few may disturb them. During public interactions (if any), the assembly can be spotted almost everywhere, often traveling from place to place since they do not have their own building. [BREAK]
The Requiem Musical Assembly is divided into three categories, each expressing a different kind of artistic song:[break] [break] The Orchestra, comprised of mostly musicians that express themselves through string instruments, The Band, those who use any kind of brass, woodwind, percussion, and occasionally string instrument, The Choir, those who use their lovely voices to make lyric, and lastly, The Dancers, those who express their likeness for music, song, and lyric with their bodies.[break] [break] Each category is lead by the head/leader of that department, people who both take charge when Salem or the Composer isn't around as well as kinds of teachers, helping Salem with those who need it: Head Musician (Orchestra / Band), Head Singer (Choir), and Head Dancer (Dancers). All categories are overlooked and managed by the Director of the assembly as well as the Composer, who acts as second in command as well as the head of the entire ensemble.[break] [break][break]
--If you would like to join the Musical Assembly, please list your name, instrument played (if applicable), and if you're looking to join as a musician in the band/orchestra, a singer, or dancer!--
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