songerein | 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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"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!"

He let out a nervous laugh at that. "I'm really not sure about that."

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

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