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Pic, shortly behind Vyla, entered the dining hall. “Oh it’s you! You had really interesting chromatic tones yesterday. Sound and light. Do you happen to know where any staff is?”
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“Alright then!” Pic walked out of the room, and headed to the lobby to find someone who was in charge
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“That’s ok! We need to find one then.” Pic glances at Aetherbound and thinks for a moment. “I can’t do anything to stop him from leaving, not without causing problems anyway…” he turned to Vyla, “Want to go back to the lobby and find help for the three of us?”
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“Nice work! Has a healer come here yet?”
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“You seem happier,” Pic hums, glancing at Aetherbound and intensifying his shield through speaking.
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Pic woke up, and did a quick check around to make sure Vyla and Aether were still there. @Aetherbound @Violet
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All of Renarin nerdiness, and all of adolins confidence in talking to females. Then throw in Adolins obliviousness and Renarins uncanny ability to deconstruct conversations. -
Walmart Renarin + budget adolin here
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THE REFERENCE IS COMPLETE
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*passes large rock* *utters nonsense in Muscles and Car Noises*
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“Don’t worry about that. It’ll be ok” Pic walks back to the bed and falls on it “Wake me up if someone gets mad!” The sounds of snoring are heard from the bed shortly afterwards, music on loop from the spinning cylinder of lines
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Pic takes a piece of paper from a desk in the medicine hall, and writes Aetherboi needs a medic. Pic needs sleep. He hands the paper to Vyla and says “Now just get rest here, and if anyone asks what stuff people need, show them this paper and stay in here. If they get upset wake me up.”
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I guess I should say hi here. Welcome to the shard!
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“And my power causes chaos even when I try to help people. No one’s perfect.” Pic finds a bed in the medical clinic lays down, and Jim’s a few lines that surround him in a thin veil of energy. He captured those notes and spin his lines to make them play on repeat. The veils of energy dims noticeably. “I really need some rest. Would you be ok getting a healer or simply waiting here for one while Aetherboi is knocked out?”
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*jumps in, lands dramatically, and rises slowly* Hello there!
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“That’s why we are here, right? No one is here cause they have it all.” Pic settles back into his seat. “I do still think finishing that song is….important. Maybe when you’re ready we could get someone who understands more about the universe than we ever will. Then they’ll understand the things that happen”
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As Vyla sings, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around her, Pic quickly picks up on the key that she sings in. Her haunting, yet soothing melody fills the medical clinic. Layer after layer of chorus lines fill the hall, and power reaches from Pic toward Vyla. Images of a different place, and a different time begin to come into existence, solidifying the more Vyla sang. The image was just on the verge of becoming distinguishable before Vyla stopped singing. Pic holds out Vyla's last chord, sustaining the image for as long as he can before it dissipated right before Vyla opened her eyes. Pic stared, speechless, and what had just happened. He sensed something was off, and that his power could address it. "It was.... what I needed. I wont ask you to do it right now, but I think finishing the song would help the both of us tremendously"
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STORM IT I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY CAUSE I WAS IN A CAR ALL DAY
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Alright fellow space/physics/STEM nerds, what do y'all think of the annular eclipse outfit?
(Welding helmet > eclipse glasses)
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Pic stops humming, dismissing the sword, and speaks, voice absent of all music. He summons the five lines, and stares intently at Vyla. “Now, think about joy that you’ve had in your past. Think about wanting that peace again.” ”Then sing.”
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Pic sighs, a melancholy chord escaping his lips. “That’s ok. Just wait here for a minute then. I’m waiting to see if Aether here will be alright and I could use the extra set of eyes”
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“Do me a favor. Try to sing and remember what it felt like when you sang in the past. Maybe you’d remember me then.”
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“Well that’s progress,” Pic hums to himself. “How good are you at singing?”
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“Yeah he was unable to… Do you remember what he did?”
