kyriff | 001. every story is a song // open post.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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. ]

[Oh.]

Um. You didn't have to.

[Kindness of this level always throws him off. He accepts it easier if it comes from fans, strangers. But...]

[ 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. ]

[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~]

[ 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. ]

Yeah. We double team on sets a lot these days.

[Brimming with pride all over again. Josh's reaction helps. He's so honest and open, it's kind of endearing.]

She's amazing, huh?

[ 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.

You're kind of lucky tonight, but I think you could have gotten luckier on other days.

[Years ago, he wouldn't have said anything of the sort. Him? Awesome? Amazing? Nope. Never felt that way.

At least he's practicing.]

[ 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. ]

[And because this is Selene's set, it's starting to get pretty loud at Haven.

Blinking.]

What was that?

[Raising his voice, just a little.]

[ 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.

[Smiling, and - because he'd rather not shout - moving in closer so that they can hear each other better.]

I'd like that.

[ 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. ]

I've been all right, actually. I can't really say the same for some of the people around me, but I'm trying my best to be available whenever they need me.

[Beyond that, he's just been spinning and mixing and going on duty.

And yes, he's leaning in to do the same. The better for them to hear each other, really.]

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That's good. [ His thoughts turn to Hikaru -- in those days after the Quiapo Engagement, in the span of time between Setsuna Shinta's arrival where the woman had waited on the steps of Falner, sometimes joined by one of the Malice Kings, or by groups, large and small.

He thinks about Aidan and how those two never seemed to occupy the same area for a while, though now things between them appeared to be on the mend (?).

He remembers something then, something he'd promised himself that he'd bring up if the chance came by to do so. ]

We saw this spirit... I think. Over at Seigi. [ He smiles to himself and then leans back in to continue: ] It was shaped like a koi fish in one of the smaller ponds at the Zangyaku base. Kaz's boyfriend -- Nico -- he told us after I'd asked, that he loved to listen to stories.

[ A shrug, but still smiling. ] It was a pretty awesome thing to see.

I remembered the time you took me to see The Green.

Oh, I've met that spirit... he's really nice. [Smiles.] The Green was asking about you last week, actually.

[ He blinks at that. ]

She was?

[Nods.]

She thinks that you're really nice, and... well. You are, so she's right.

[Ehehe. A little shy all over again. Josh really IS nice.]

[ He remembers The Green, remembers that walk around town with Rethe and how well it all went and he looks down at his drink, smiling quietly. ]

I should go see her, one of these days. When I'm not so busy with Rhiannon.

[ Weekends, most likely. Maybe Sundays, so that his father could attend mass while he went to say hello. ]

[Oh right, Rhiannon... Jessie had been pretty vocal about that once.

Honestly, though, Rethe thought that it was kind of really cool. Operatives got to do cross-conspiracy training like that often enough, but not everyone got to stay within close proximity to the likes of Gabriel Marlowe.]

How is Rhiannon treating you?

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Pretty good, actually.

[ He shrugs lightly. ] Never thought I'd have any reason to be in a place like that, but it's working out just fine so far.

That's good. I think it kind of suits you, though.

[Then, after a furtive glance and a shy look.]

And you look nice like that. You must get a lot of looks in the office.

this is going to be fun.

this is going to be cruel -w-

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