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001. every story is a song // open post.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in whenever you like.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in whenever you like.
[ A despondent look crosses Josh features as Rethe rises from his seat and he wonders if he's crossed a line he shouldn't have by pointing out something that's made the angel clearly uncomfortable.
He sighs then, nods reluctantly before deciding to throw caution to the wind: ] You weren't disturbing me.
[ A hesitant smile, at that. ] I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Rethe. We can talk about something else? Or, [ he gestures to his tablet ] you could join me in finishing this?
He sighs then, nods reluctantly before deciding to throw caution to the wind: ] You weren't disturbing me.
[ A hesitant smile, at that. ] I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Rethe. We can talk about something else? Or, [ he gestures to his tablet ] you could join me in finishing this?
[ There is about half a minute of silence before Josh just starts chuckling -- he's also clicking the video player to start from the top and handing one earbud over to Rethe with a grin. ]
Have you ever seen this? It's pretty old. Released in 2000? But it's great, but then it's football and social commentary all rolled into one, so.
[ Yeah. Totally unapologetic about how much he loves it. ]
Have you ever seen this? It's pretty old. Released in 2000? But it's great, but then it's football and social commentary all rolled into one, so.
[ Yeah. Totally unapologetic about how much he loves it. ]
[ This is Cisco eyeing you, Rethe. Her This-One-Knows-Something senses are tingling--
--but all she gives is a smile, a mere quirk of the lips before she leans back against the rest of her seat. ]
Thank you. [ Quiet now, calmer. ]
--but all she gives is a smile, a mere quirk of the lips before she leans back against the rest of her seat. ]
Thank you. [ Quiet now, calmer. ]
[ This is her arm catching him by the waist, and pulling him in for a hug that she dares to do because this is Rethe and sometimes it's necessary to be ballsy enough to invade his space. ]
Thank you, [ she says again before finally letting him go. ] And I will.
Thank you, [ she says again before finally letting him go. ] And I will.
Edited 2014-02-09 19:58 (UTC)
[ Josh gets back to Falner close to midnight, having decided to put in an extra hour ( and then some ) at Rhiannon before finally calling it a day. His body is mostly accustomed to his unconventional schedule by now, the time shift and extra exposure to daylight making it seem like his days are longer than they really are, but tonight he feels more wide awake than usual.
He heads to Haven then, wanders in still in his crimson suit, except the collar's undone to give him room to breathe and his tie pocketed in his coat, tucked away.
When he steps through, the music washes over him like a wave and he makes his way to the bar.
Rethe is spinning tonight, and listening to his former mentor ( and now friend ) play is always a good way to end a long day. ]
He heads to Haven then, wanders in still in his crimson suit, except the collar's undone to give him room to breathe and his tie pocketed in his coat, tucked away.
When he steps through, the music washes over him like a wave and he makes his way to the bar.
Rethe is spinning tonight, and listening to his former mentor ( and now friend ) play is always a good way to end a long day. ]
[And Rethe Kyriff is having the time of his life.
To be fair, it is always like this for him. Even when he had been part of the Heavenly Host, human music had fascinated him, Beyond the fact that all music was beautiful, the effects that they had on the human mind were equally interesting. Immersing one's self in the rhythm and rhyme in what he considered to be the purest interpretation of life was a spiritual experience. Part of the reason why he DJed was to convey that to others, and share it with as many people as he could.
It'd be obvious to anyone watching Rethe that he loved what he was doing: it was written all over his face, his body, and in the collection of tiny gestures that he was at that moment (the bob of his head to the rhythm, the sway of his body, the way he occasionally closed his eyes to feel what he was doing even better than he already was, the part of his lips and the reverent way he whispered to himself/to nobody at all at each new turn in the mix). He made it look so natural, as if he did not spend nearly every spare moment he had listening to pieces old and new, finding every single possible way to make something better, or maybe just different in the most intriguing fashion, in ways that might just leave one with the question How did that even work?!. And that might be the reason why he's too busy to check if there's anyone familiar in the crowd tonight. He's riding on the highs of their emotions, and doing everything in his power to keep the party going.]
To be fair, it is always like this for him. Even when he had been part of the Heavenly Host, human music had fascinated him, Beyond the fact that all music was beautiful, the effects that they had on the human mind were equally interesting. Immersing one's self in the rhythm and rhyme in what he considered to be the purest interpretation of life was a spiritual experience. Part of the reason why he DJed was to convey that to others, and share it with as many people as he could.
It'd be obvious to anyone watching Rethe that he loved what he was doing: it was written all over his face, his body, and in the collection of tiny gestures that he was at that moment (the bob of his head to the rhythm, the sway of his body, the way he occasionally closed his eyes to feel what he was doing even better than he already was, the part of his lips and the reverent way he whispered to himself/to nobody at all at each new turn in the mix). He made it look so natural, as if he did not spend nearly every spare moment he had listening to pieces old and new, finding every single possible way to make something better, or maybe just different in the most intriguing fashion, in ways that might just leave one with the question How did that even work?!. And that might be the reason why he's too busy to check if there's anyone familiar in the crowd tonight. He's riding on the highs of their emotions, and doing everything in his power to keep the party going.]
[ He settles by the bar and leans over the counter to ask the girl manning it if Rethe's favorite bottle is in stock ( yeah, it is, do I bring one out? ) and tells them to set aside a couple cans of coke as well, since Jack & Coke is the psychopomp's choice drink.
That done, he leans against the bar to tune in and lifts his own bottle of Corona to his lips before he shuts his eyes to absorb the music -- songs from 2013 to 2015, personal favorites with a brand new twist. ]
That done, he leans against the bar to tune in and lifts his own bottle of Corona to his lips before he shuts his eyes to absorb the music -- songs from 2013 to 2015, personal favorites with a brand new twist. ]
[He knows his time is almost up when he feels Selene Vega's approach. They don't say anything; they don't even look at each other. There's just her stepping up and bringing her equipment in, and him turning his mix down a different direction, one that will seamlessly weave into Selene's kind of sound.
Once the transition's complete, he's signing off, and Selene is picking up the pace. That means that he's stepping down from the turntables, pushing his headphones down from his ears, running a self-collecting hand through his hair.
He can't wipe the grin off of his face. He knows that he really should, but... he had fun tonight. Now he's wandering down to the bar, and --
Well.]
Hi.
[Sliding into the stool beside Josh, still smiling. It's nice to see a friend after a run like that.]
Once the transition's complete, he's signing off, and Selene is picking up the pace. That means that he's stepping down from the turntables, pushing his headphones down from his ears, running a self-collecting hand through his hair.
He can't wipe the grin off of his face. He knows that he really should, but... he had fun tonight. Now he's wandering down to the bar, and --
Well.]
Hi.
[Sliding into the stool beside Josh, still smiling. It's nice to see a friend after a run like that.]
Hey, [ he grins back. Watching Rethe spin is always a treat, because its clear to anyone with eyes that up there, in the booth, he's in his element. ]
Awesome take on Fall Out Boy up there. Makes me wish I'd thought to click record so I could listen to it at home.
[ And this is him taking the bottle set right behind him and sliding it over with a smile. ]
Awesome take on Fall Out Boy up there. Makes me wish I'd thought to click record so I could listen to it at home.
[ And this is him taking the bottle set right behind him and sliding it over with a smile. ]
[ There it is again, the hesitation he'd noted that time he'd offered to replay the movie, offering a seat so that he could share a film he'd loved since he was a kid to someone he respected and counted as a friend.
He sends Rethe a look at that: quiet smile, a little bit of a c'mon, man in his eyes. ] We can split it.
I've... [ he looks askance, sheepish again, because he'll never get used to having so much, and his default is to share his blessings with people he cares about -- since he's known what it's like to have so little and to wish that he'd had even a bit more to spare. ] You know me. I've never had much, Rethe.
And, [ softly now, looking down at his beer -- a simple Corona with a lemon tossed in, ] you played a couple of songs up there that had good memories for me.
[ Home, his boys, the girl on the ledge he'd talked back into trying, to giving living a chance. No matter how shitty things got. ]
He sends Rethe a look at that: quiet smile, a little bit of a c'mon, man in his eyes. ] We can split it.
I've... [ he looks askance, sheepish again, because he'll never get used to having so much, and his default is to share his blessings with people he cares about -- since he's known what it's like to have so little and to wish that he'd had even a bit more to spare. ] You know me. I've never had much, Rethe.
And, [ softly now, looking down at his beer -- a simple Corona with a lemon tossed in, ] you played a couple of songs up there that had good memories for me.
[ Home, his boys, the girl on the ledge he'd talked back into trying, to giving living a chance. No matter how shitty things got. ]
[Well, it's next to impossible to say no after seeing a look like that, and hearing somebody say such things. Easing up again, no matter how a bit of him is still quailing.]
Okay. Thank you, then.
[Besides, it IS nice to have a reward after a job well done. Mixing his own drink now~]
Okay. Thank you, then.
[Besides, it IS nice to have a reward after a job well done. Mixing his own drink now~]
[ Seeing Rethe accept the gift pleases him immensely. He leaves the Malice King to it, turns briefly back to the music playing and finds that he has to nod to what he hears.
It is also, incidentally, the first time he realizes that he recognizes the DJ now manning the booth -- and promptly feels like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. ]
Holy shit, that's Selene of the Rockin' Rollas.
[ He's seen her what? A grand total of maybe five times up close? How he'd come by Haven before and totally missed that leaves him speechless for a bit. ]
It is also, incidentally, the first time he realizes that he recognizes the DJ now manning the booth -- and promptly feels like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. ]
Holy shit, that's Selene of the Rockin' Rollas.
[ He's seen her what? A grand total of maybe five times up close? How he'd come by Haven before and totally missed that leaves him speechless for a bit. ]
[ He's beaming with awe because this is something he had legit missed, since everything he'd ever read up on the three most influential blades had been battle statistics, records of past engagements and generally everything that involved hunting and not so much what they were like outside of that context.
He likes her sound. It's so different from Rethe's, but fantastic all the same and the intensity that she brings to it makes him appear, to anyone looking, like a boy at the very moment that he's just put a name to the artist of the song he'd known by sound but not title.
When he looks back to his companion, he is positively alight with that. ] You both are. Seriously, wow.
He likes her sound. It's so different from Rethe's, but fantastic all the same and the intensity that she brings to it makes him appear, to anyone looking, like a boy at the very moment that he's just put a name to the artist of the song he'd known by sound but not title.
When he looks back to his companion, he is positively alight with that. ] You both are. Seriously, wow.
[ There's a brief flash of oh man, really??? and Josh just glances back at Selene, nodding his head to the beat, teeth catching unconsciously on his lower lip.
He's still distracted when he murmurs, ] Guess that means I'll need to drop in more often. [ And then glance back to Rethe, all smiles. ]
He's still distracted when he murmurs, ] Guess that means I'll need to drop in more often. [ And then glance back to Rethe, all smiles. ]
[ Yeah, he didn't catch that, but Josh figures out what Rethe said by reading the shape of the words on his mouth.
He moves on over and tries again, voice pitched a bit louder. ] I said I'll drop in more often.
[ Squinting a little at the sound and then adding: ] To listen to you guys.
He moves on over and tries again, voice pitched a bit louder. ] I said I'll drop in more often.
[ Squinting a little at the sound and then adding: ] To listen to you guys.
[ Grinning right back as he listens to Selene transition into the next song; eyes scanning the crowd because the people in Haven are always so great to watch.
When he turns back to Rethe though and leans in to speak close to the other man's ear. ] So, how've you been?
[ The last few weeks have been a little crazy -- the sudden twist of Dark Hour, the Initiation into Netsach, attending the Ceremony of Measuring in Tokyo and that trip escorting Riley Falner to Shin Yamatai and the detour to the Shinta clan's ancestral home, then the days since late April working as Gabriel Marlowe's personal assistant. Sure, he and Rethe had that opportunity to catch up -- of a sort -- and geek out over movies, but they don't have the walks they used to take anymore.
Rhiannon is different, and for the most part, the only person he knows there is his new mentor -- and the arrangement they have is more formal than anything else.
It's not that Josh is comparing... it's just. Rethe has always been so easy to talk to. It's something that's pretty easy to miss. ]
When he turns back to Rethe though and leans in to speak close to the other man's ear. ] So, how've you been?
[ The last few weeks have been a little crazy -- the sudden twist of Dark Hour, the Initiation into Netsach, attending the Ceremony of Measuring in Tokyo and that trip escorting Riley Falner to Shin Yamatai and the detour to the Shinta clan's ancestral home, then the days since late April working as Gabriel Marlowe's personal assistant. Sure, he and Rethe had that opportunity to catch up -- of a sort -- and geek out over movies, but they don't have the walks they used to take anymore.
Rhiannon is different, and for the most part, the only person he knows there is his new mentor -- and the arrangement they have is more formal than anything else.
It's not that Josh is comparing... it's just. Rethe has always been so easy to talk to. It's something that's pretty easy to miss. ]
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