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[aburningspirit]

However your character ended up in the music building, congratulations.  They're in one of the nerdiest parts of campus.

Perhaps they're exploring.  Maybe they're on their way to practice.  Either way, they'll hear some hardcore classical piano music down one of the halls.  Then it changes to video game music then rock 'n' roll then back to classical.  Whoever's behind the wheel of that crazy thing must be a bit...whimsical.  Gonna go check it out?

(Totally should, by the way.)

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[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid had quite a few odd little habits he never openly admitted to; one of these was sneaking to the music room now and then to practice his casual skills at playing the piano. He'd been taught the basics by a dear friend, and was eager to find ways to improve. Hearing someone else play was a surprise he couldn't call unpleasant, and it was with some geniuine curiosity that he stuck his head in to see who was playing.]

[aburningspirit]

[kamina is in the middle of the very beginning of this and doesn't miss a beat while peeking over the piano to catch a glimpse of his guest.] Oi, Diarmuid! C'mon in!

[croibhristeoir]

Sorry, was I interrupting?

[He walked in all the same, quietly closing the door behind him.]

[aburningspirit]

[he returns his gaze to the instrument, grinning at diarmuid's politeness. no matter how many times they hung out in saber's room or how many classes they shared, he was always so formal and serious. he liked that though. diarmuid stayed true to himself no matter who was around. the mark of a true man.] Ain't a concert. 'less you wanna make it one, that is.

[croibhristeoir]

I wouldn't mind listening, if you'd prefer to play for an audience.

[Diarmuid found he rather liked Kamina; he was open and honest, though perhaps a little too loud. But that was no terrible thing. Diarmuid himself was quiet and withdrawn in comparison to most, so having someone else around to draw attention and fill the silence was nice.]

[aburningspirit]

[if you think he's too loud, you're too old.]

Damn right, I'd prefer that. More fun, anyway. []plays two or three scales to warm up] You got any requests?

[croibhristeoir]

[wow rude maybe he just likes things quiet]

I hardly have any preference. Whatever you wish to play, I'll be only too happy to listen.

[aburningspirit]

[old man diarmuid]

You asked for it. [and then kamina played some music only the devil would like.]

[croibhristeoir]

[you terrible human being whyyyyy]

[Diarmuid didn't have anything more than a casual acquaintance with video games; music, however, was something he had a deep appreciation for. And despite how rarely he was found holding a controller, it would be a lie to assume he didn't know this song in particular.]

[So despite how very very quiet and reserved he usually was, as it turned out Diarmuid couldn't quite help but end up singing mostly under his breath.]

Céard a tharla do na laethanta sin
Céard a tharla do na h-oícheanta sin
An cuimhin leat an t-am
Nuair a bhí tú faol bhrón

[aburningspirit]

[because i enjoy your pain]

[kamina had no such distance from video games. one of his most prized possessions was a Neo Geo he'd bargained for over an hour at a yard sale, complete with Fatal Fury, thank you very much. odds were that if he wasn't practicing or goofing off, he was playing games.

so it was a pleasant surprise hearing the barest whispers of diarmuid singing along. good taste.] Speak up! Concerts need singin'!

[croibhristeoir]

[Eep. Busted.]

I-I--really, I'm not very good or anything... [Diarmuid stumbled over his words, hurriedly trying to recover from the sudden embarrassment.]

And I can't for the life of me remember what that's from, it only stuck in my mind because I learned Gaelic before I learned English and this is really quite embarrassing so perhaps I should be quiet now.

[icantbelievethis]

I figured it was you, Kamina-san.

*Guess who's not in the kinesiology building for once?*

[aburningspirit]

[tilts his head at nagisa, playing claire de lune all the while] How come?

[icantbelievethis]

Most of the music majors aren't this...

[aburningspirit]

Fun?

[icantbelievethis]

Kamina-ish.

[aburningspirit]

So ya mean fun and badass.

[heavenlyhome]

[Kasumi finds the atmosphere of this part of campus relaxing. In fact, she spends a great deal of her time on campus here. The Music Building is always full of brightness to her, music and life. She pauses at the door, patiently listening to the good cheer embodied in the sound. Then she opens the door and finds a comfortable place to continue to listen.]

[aburningspirit]

[the music building is full of brightness, music, life, and nerds. good-natured ones, but nerds all the same.

kamina smiles when he notices kasumi. she always listened without complaint and he always loved an audience. match made in heaven. he plays something a bit more low-key. those are kasumi's favorites.]

[heavenlyhome]

[The songs flow into one another without end, but Kasumi knows he's noticed her once his enthusiasm slows into the wistful songs. After a moment, she leans her back against the wall and closes her eyes. It's so peaceful. He really does know her well.]

[whysomean]

[Vampire Queens can play guitar, too.

Well, it's kinda hard when there's a piano playing bro being loud around. So she swings by.]

[aburningspirit]

[oh, kamina knows her! they end up at the same gigs most of the time. college musicians gotta stick together.]

What's up, Marcie?

[whysomean]

[Rockin'! Kind of hard to miss the shades, too, Kamina.]

Nuttin' much. Just chillin'.

[aburningspirit]

[they are for showmanship, okay.]

Same. Just trying to get by.

[whysomean]

[hey, dude, those shades are cool okok.]

Mind if I jam with ya?

[She tends to carry her awesome bass around with her. In like. A case. Which is totally here now.]

[aburningspirit]

[of course they are.]

No way I mind. You're good, anybody'd want you jammin' with them...you're just not as good as me!

[regalbearing]

[ Saber enjoys music, especially music that's played well. So when her ears catch the faint tones of the piano being played, she can't help but follow the sound, a moth drawn to a flame. When she reaches the room Kamina is in, she stands a little way inside the doorway and watches for a while, just listening and enjoying the sound. (and perhaps inwardly wondering about the frequent genre changes, but she will ask him about that later.)

she waits for a lull in the music before speaking. ]

Somehow, I always forget how well you play.

[aburningspirit]

Heh, ya know what? Me too. All I ever do is play bass so it takes forever to get back into piano, but... [kamina busts out a slow version of this] Guess it's sorta like riding a bike.

[regalbearing]

I suppose it must be. I have never played an instrument myself, so I wouldn't know.

[aburningspirit]

[the music abruptly stops, and he stares at her as if saber said chivalry was dead.]

Never ever?

[regalbearing]

[ oh no don't look at her like that ]

Ah - well, no. Is that so bad?

[piercethecharts]

[ there's only one person who would be playing the piano like that. sheryl had been planning to head straight home after finishing up a four-hour studio, but instead, she ducks into one of the unused performance rooms, casting her eyes around until they land on a pair of drumsticks. not ideal, but they'll do.

she enters the piano room silently at first, eyes closed to pick up the rhythm, then starts tapping out a brisk matching beat on the closest bench. ]

[aburningspirit]

[what is--kamina looks around for the source of the sweet back beat.] Wh..oh, hey! [he smiles wide and speeds up the pace to match her tempo.] What're you doing around here?

[piercethecharts]

What wouldn't I be doing around here? I practically live in this building! Are you writing something new, or just playing around?

[aburningspirit]

[mild grumbling in consent. okay, okay, she has a point, she's kind of in this building all the time. stupid question.] Messing around. Never know when something will hit ya.