Setting
Between the ancient architecture and the glittering glass, Wing City's oldest sector surrounds this hustling, bustling thoroughfare.
Peek through the shops & alleys to gather your wares, or just explore the city from the network of roads leading through here. Keep a watchful eye, as WCPD doesn't patrol this area perhaps as much as they should...
She was also curious at the hooded figure. She would’ve ask him directly, but she didn’t look like the type too talk from his appearance. So maybe she could talk to the others. She took a few steps forward, making footsteps on broken glass and dirty puddles. Setting the atmosphere further on the dark alley.
”So, how about this person?”
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"My name is Yamaxanadu Shiki Eiki." She introduced.
"Do you mind introducing yourself and the others?"
She considered summoning her crystal mirror but decided against it.
She looked around the area, seeing the sun leaving the horizon, daylight shining on her.
”I guess it was nice meeting you all...”. She started walking off.
Of course, that was because this dance was special in that it could communicate a "concept" to others in a clear yet obscure manner. Transmitting thoughts, will, emotion into people, into reality. And Crimson could use the power of "Concept" better then most.
But when he finally different, he remembered the homework his father, the very concept of death itself given conscious thought, an Eldritch being from beyond this reality, had assigned him. And that was to work on his summoning spells. Normally, Crimson would just tear a whole in the fabric of reality and ask something to come out, and it pretty much always obeyed. But, his father insisted that he get this stuff to sink into his idiotic head.
Crimson thought it was a bit harsh, but apparently his father was deeply concerned about his education. Crimson was an Eldritch being that would exist forever and beyond, so it was not like he had to rush right?
And so he drew the summoning circle. Of course, he had no idea what to summon so he left it "unspecified". Of course, instead of using any normal materials, Crimson used colored chalk to draw it into the sidewalk in a park nearby.
And then...he decided to give it power, pouring it from his scythe into the circle to see what happened.
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Most of the passers by hardly paid him any attention at all, except perhaps to ogle at his garish multicolour jacket and trousers (although he did sometimes attract a small group of listeners, who would clap appreciatively and throw lose change into his guitar case.) “Thank you! Have a good day!” He would always say, graciously doffing his top hat at them, while his odd coloured eyes (one green and one blue) would stare blindly ahead.
“And because you have bin so generous today," he continued to one particular group. "I shall now sing ye a fine song, by my very good acquaintances, Steve Knightley and Phil Beer, of the band: the Show Of Hands. Here we go! (This one's called Blind Fiddler by the way. Now I knows I'm not much of a fiddler, but I am as blind as an Origin Fruit Bat, so there you are!)"
#I lost my eyes in a Blacksmith's shop in the year of '46
I was working on a revolver and it was out of fix
I am so sad and lonely and I'm condemned to roam
'cause I am the blind fiddler and I'm a great long way from home
Well I've been down to Knoxville and I've talked to Doctor Lane
He operated on one of my eyes but nothing could be gained
I am so sad and lonely and I'm condemned to roam
'cause I am the blind fiddler and I'm a great long way from home
Well I've got a wife and three little kids and they depend on me
They're sharing all my sorrows where ever they may be
And I hope that they'll be careful as through this life they roam
As I am the blind fiddler and I cannot help them
I lost my eyes in a Blacksmith's shop in the year of '46
Working on a revolver that was out of fix
I am so sad and lonely and I'm condemned to roam
'cause I am the blind fiddler and I'm a great long way from home.#