(( Ok, so, we have room for one more person to enter, then this will be closed until one or more people step out. Remember, please, if you start ERPing, RPishly get a room, then take it to PMs, so the thread itself can continue to focus on people meeting and interacting with people. ))<br/><br/>Something was afoot. Fel weavers seldom prodded tenets of nature without cause, as the two were often the most at odds... His ghostlight eyes roamed over to the walking siege engine of a bull, offering only the slightest of nods once they had crossed gazes. Then, it was as if he forgot all about what was happening around him... He needed to amuse himself, a distraction of positive nature. The band was almost done with their break, the barkeep had called in help in the form of waitresses and a second barman. By the stage, among the boxes and cases of instruments, he saw a guitar, the newest generation of lyre like string instruments. Darkness rose up about the undead, like a ashy mist, enveloping the cloaked cadaver and swallowing him whole. Then dispursed to show nothing, save his finished glass of blood wine...<br/><br/>The gnomes were, to their credit, only momentarily spooked at the sight of a dead man propping himself astride one of their stools. His cloaks were parted in the front, finally showing what be carried under the veil of secrecy... A blessed rapier and cursed, jagged dagger. Metallic vials galore, a three slot quick injector, a phylosiphers stone bound in mithril jewelers chain and even a polished bronze Ahnk with truesilver lining, clasped over the left breast of his leather vest. All his armor was leather, in fact, all practical, snuggly fitted to his withered figure, from broad, armor padded shoulders down to a slim midsection, and awkwardly gaunt hips which supported his belt. Neatly layered, it even protected his joints. The straps and buckles evenly distributed to ensure weight was dispursed over his entire body...<br/><br/>His hood was down, to. Allowing scraggly, shoulder length purple hair to spill over and fan about his head and neck. His brow and forehead covered in pocketmarks which exposed bleached white bone below. Though, his scarf was still up, masking a noticably flattened nose, as well as his prominent cheekbones, and concealing his mouth, assuming he still had one... Rested upon his leathered lap, and delicately faundling the frame with elbow length gloves that left his taloned fingertips exposed, he held the guitar... Elegently plucking the strings to test their tuning. "Care, to play a dirge?" He asked in a suddenly less haggard voice, the scratch gone and the depth renewed. A spent vial on the floor. The gnomes, ever eager to try something new, all gave a nod and made ready... "And a one, and a two, and a~"<br/><br/>First, he began to strum up a rythme, glancing to the bongo and base players, who picked up and gave it beat. His head slowly bobbing to the tune, as was one toe esposed boot.<br/><br/><i>"I see a red door and I want it painted black,"</i>voice fluid, mornful,<br/><i>"No colors anymore I want them to turn black,"</i>and then it hit a faster tempo,<br/><i>"I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,"</i>almost angry,<br/><i>"I have to turn my head until my darkness goes!"</i>Yet, sorrowand sobriety prevailed...<br/><br/><i>"I see a line of carts and they're all painted black,"</i><br/><i>"With flowers and my love, both never to come back,"</i>Again grief lapsed to hate,<br/><i>"I see people turn their heads and quickly look away,"</i><br/><i>"Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday!"</i>and then, the morning resumed...<br/><br/><i>"No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue," </i>ghostlight golden eyes lifting to the slowly growing crowd,<br/><i>"I could not forsee this thing happening to you," </i>And for the moment, that perpatual scowl was gone from his eyes,<br/><i>"If I look hard enough into the setting sun,"</i>The glow gone as he shut his eyes and lifted his head high,<br/><i>"My love will laugh with me before the morning comes!"</i>then, he let it fall back to rest chin upon collarbone.<br/><br/><i>"I look inside myself and see my heart is black,"</i><br/><i>"I see my red door and it has been painted black,"</i>Rage returned, eyes upon the gathered with that venom in their depths,<br/><i>"Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,"</i><br/><i>"It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black!" </i>He forced the shut, forced the world away.<br/><br/><i>"I see a red door and I want it painted black,"</i>The gnomes, had joined in for the corrus,<br/><i>"No colors anymore I want them to turn black,"</i>their small voices, somehow giving the words a ghostly undertone.<br/><i>"I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,"</i><br/><i>"I have to turn my head until my darkness goes!"</i><br/><br/><i>"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."<br/>
"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."</i><br/><br/><i>"I wanna see it painted black, painted black!"<br/>
"Black as night, black as coal!"<br/>
"I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky!"<br/>
"I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black!"<br/>
"Yeah!"<br/>
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"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."<br/>
"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."</i>And it was on that, the final hum, that their grief, the song came to a close...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>