songerein | 1st Song | Can you fake it for just one more show?

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1st Song | Can you fake it for just one more show?

Who: Demyx & You
Which: Open Log
Where: Various
What: Dream board quests, and maybe some impromptu sitar playing.
Warnings: Shouldn’t be any... Will match format.

I. Chinchompra Hunting
Demyx didn’t know what he was meant to do in this world, not really. He couldn’t just up and leave it, which was alright because it wasn’t a bad place, but it left him wondering just what his purpose was. He doesn’t have anyone to seek out, he doesn’t have much on him including a lack of munny, so out of sheer curiosity or boredom, maybe even for the reward.

He didn’t have anything in hand, he was just walking around crouched low to the ground, whistling lightly. “Here little rodent, come here...I’m not going to hurt you!”

He probably wasn’t, either, but he would likely attempt to grab them and they were probably not going to love that.

II. Cupid’s Pranks

[A]

When Demyx encountered someone who was acting hostile or amorous, he found himself stepping backwards. “Whoa.”

It didn’t matter which, he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of any of it. He was looking around, taking in the scene, maybe looking for the culprit.

That wasn’t to say that someone else wouldn’t attempt to distract him from doing that.

[B – choose, hostile or amorous?]

This time it was him that was struck by cupid’s arrow. Demyx would close his eyes for a moment and open them again.

He smirked slightly and approached the person nearest to him.

III. Singing Flowers

He looked at the request and glanced around to see if anyone else was interested in gathering them.

“Going for the flowers?” He asked. He definitely wanted to check out singing flowers. If not, well, he might have to go alone and that would just be sad, wouldn’t it?

IV. Chocolate Hearts

“A chocolate golem?” He mused, wondering about the rumour. “Think it’s true? I heard people will pay a lot for chocolate hearts.” Demyx said.

V. He Could Be A Bard

Possibly the best way he could earn some gems would be to perform, which Demyx always wanted to do, except he knew some very boring people who did not typically appreciate his music. Demyx was settled on a bench in the plaza, his sitar on his lap.

With any luck he might draw in someone willing to pay for a song, or even just anyone at all who happens to like listening to sitar music. His songs were either classical, musical numbers that he’d picked up in various worlds, or some kind of stream of consciousness thing where he was getting lost in musical thought.

At least here Demyx looked comfortably at peace.

VI. Wildcard

[Perhaps something a little more normal like grabbing a hot chocolate with him, having a little chat, going for a walk with this stranger? Maybe they just noticed that Demyx is looking a little lost.]

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Della Duck was out and about when she spotted the sitar before the man, and paused, eyebrows raised. Suddenly she was reminded of her brother, and bit back a homesick sigh. Nothing good could come out of being mopey! So instead, she decided to to use this opportunity to make a new friend.

With that, she cheerfully began to make her way over, waving hello.

"Hey there! Awesome lookin' tune-age you got going on!"

"Hey!" Demyx greeted with a bright smile, not missing a single note. He was used to multitasking when it came to Arpeggio and she would still be treated to beautiful music to accompany their conversation.

"Thanks. This is Arpeggio." He introduced them without hesitation.

"Big music fan?"

"Nice to meet you both!" Della replied with a little chuckle, even waving to Arepeggio.

... Hey, it could be alive, for all she knew. Her family had run into a talking/singing harp...

"You bet! Powerline's my main man, but I'm open to all forms of beat!" She was pretty sure no one here knew Powerline, but it couldn't hurt to spread the gospel of the best singer and performer ever. "Never been a player myself, though. Only instruments I play are the controls of a plane."

"Never heard of him. What kind of music does he play?" Demyx asked, leaning forward out of interest and that was enough to get him to stop playing.

"A plane? Ohhh, kinda like a gummiship right? I can't drive anything like that." He laughed. "Cool."

"He's only the greatest Pop-star ever! ... When I was a kid." Sure, Dewey liked him, but then Dewey liked everything Della liked. She was getting old...

But now it was her turn to be confused and curious. "Gummiship? What's a... gummiship?" It sounded like candy, and the idea made her laugh, because - "It's not actually made out of candy, right?" Ha! As if!

Time was relative, they were all getting older in their own ways. He nodded, a pop star which sounded pretty cool. He was pretty sure he'd dreamed of being one once. At least, he thought he had. Who knew.

"Uh, well I don't think so. I've never known anyone to eat one." Demyx offered with a bit of a chuckle. "It's like this ship that travels between worlds but in a safe way. Looks complicated so if I'm ever in one, I'm not gonna chance touching the buttons."

Like Ienzo's computer. He was definitely not allowed to touch that, not after last time.

She was both relieved and disappointed to hear that. Still, a ship that could travel between worlds? "That does sound pretty amazing... Maybe I can get my hands on one someday. If it flies, I can ace it!" Ever so humble.

"Yeah probably." Demyx agreed with a grin. Obviously if she can pilot other things she might be able to pilot a gummi ship. It just makes sense to him. Why wouldn't she be able to?

"I just take portals when I want to move around, it's easier but it's kinda dangerous."

... Wait, what?

Della blinked a bit, now thrown off. "You're kidding. You can just... make a portal?" Was he one of those scientific geniuses, like Fenton and Gyro?

"Yeah, sure, easy." Demyx held out his arm away from Della and summoned a portal. It was purple and black and looked nothing short of dark and menacing. It really suited the aesthetic of his uniform.

"I wouldn't touch it though, if I were you."

"... Unless you tell me why, that's gunna make me wanna touch it all the more." Honestly, this is why "Della, NO" was often uttered around this woman. "What's it made of?"

"Uh...that's a good question. I dunno. Magic?" Demyx was not someone who asked anyone those questions, or really thought about it.

"It's dangerous because if you spend too much time in there unprotected, you might get your heart stolen." He said, as though that was a completely normal risk. "Anyway they follow these unseen corridors and let you go from place to place."

Della thought the man meant heart literally, and had a very violent imagination spot of the organ being yanked out of her chest. Ewww. Not the way she wanted to go!

She quickly pulled her hand back and slapped it on her chest, as if making sure her heart was where it was supposed to be. "Yikes! Definitely not trying that anytime soon! ... Are you, uh, 'protected', in that case?"

"Yeah, kinda." Demyx chuckled. "First of all, I don't have a heart."

That was probably the best protection, being absent of one in the first place. "And second, I have this coat."

He closed the portal since it wasn't really needed.

The heart thing didn't startle her so much. She knew all kinds of abominations, so a guy missing a vital organ was more of a "huh" than a "HUUUUH?!" in her head. Instead, she was much more interested in his special fashion.

"Is it a magic coat?" Della asked, leaning in to get a better look. "Not a bad look, I guess."

"I don't know about magic..maybe. Kinda wards off against the darkness. I think." Demyx said and shrugged.

"Not really my colour. Kinda sick of black."

"Maybe you can get some new duds while you're here!" She gestured all around them. "It's a dream world, with dream magic, so go crazy! Find a whole new style!"

Demyx chuckled a few times. "Yeah, maybe. I never really thought about it." He admitted.

"Kinda been busy."

"With what?" Della was now right next to Demyx, invading alllll of his personal space. "Were you on some rip-roaring adventure? Give me all the deets! ... I think that's what they're called, I can never catch up to slang."

He laughed lightly. "Nah, more like I was avoiding all the exciting parts. Just you know, sneaking around, that kind of thing."

Demyx wasn't sure if that made him sound shady, or if it was better or worse than some adventure.

"Aw, boo." Major disappointment! "But you won't be able to do much of that here! There's always excitement around the corner, so you better get used to it!"

"I don't mind adventure and excitement. I'm just not much of a fighter."

He was decent at it, but didn't want to. It was a motivational problem really.

"Then it's about time you learned!" because that's what Della heard - that it was a lack of skill. "I can teach you all the ins and outs of kicking butt!"

Della seemed quite enthusiastic idea.

"It's not that I can't I just don't want to...I don't even like fighting!" He never liked it and he felt way less inclined after a teenager beat him up with a giant key.

"Aw, that's only cause you suck at it!" Hearty slap on the back. "Once you get good at it and start winning, then you'll love it!"

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