Harrier Braithewaite
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Mercenary[M:2289]
-Ironic that you fear that which you must do to survive...- "I know. Isn't that why you're here?"
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Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 12, 2009 18:46:40 GMT -5
"This isn't a cemetery..." A frown graced Harrier's features as he warily strolled by the shores of Lake Kawaguchi. His dark emerald orbs quickly surveyed the blue waters and the area surrounding it, searching just for a sign of a tomb or grave marker. Finding none, his frown deepened. "Nope, not a cemetery at all."
-Did you make a wrong turn again?- drawled the voice of his already annoyed guardian.
"Maybe..." the man replied to the air uncertainly, taking another survey of the land once more before glancing down at the worn-down violin he held in his hands. "Perhaps this time it's safe, onii-sama... there doesn't seem to be anyone around right now..."
-Fine,- rang the final consideration of decision in Harrier's mind, clear with caution, -but know that at even the slightest hint of another presence I will not hesitate to come out and...greet it.-
"Just don't break the violin when you do..." The other persona sighed resignedly as his original rested his chin upon the instrument and its bow above the strings. With hesitance Harrier began to make the violin sing out a sorrowful hymn, its tone drifting in and out melodiously within the silence of the lake.
If the man's other guise had a face, he would be smiling bitterly at the emotion within the song. It had been long--too long, the other wondered--since Harrier had poured out his feelings. It wasn't very healthy for him to keep it all bottled up--but then again, was the existence of an alter-ego even healthy at all? The answer was obviously a no to many, but not for his charge. He needed a person to be there for him, and until then he would continue existing...
The melodic tune suddenly faded, and Harrier grinned slightly. "You don't usually brood, onii-sama," the man commented with a slight chuckle.
-Keep playing, squirt,-[/i] snapped the other in reply, more annoyed than before. -We're moving out of here if you're done.-[/i]
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Post by Susanna Achrenius on Oct 15, 2009 7:22:49 GMT -5
It had been a while since Susanna had been down to Lake Kawaguchi - naturally, also this time, for some painting. Nothing better than the lake scenery and the nature there~ In a way, it reminded her of old times, of her home and the real country to be called her own land... But that was long past, gone in the winds of history. Anywhere else inside Britannian borderlines, except for these shores or the forest, that past did never exist. Anywhere else, she was a regular Britannian citizen, pure by blood - told her papers - and born in mainland around 2087 a.t.b. and so on, nowadays an art teacher at the historical Academy of the late Ashford's. Though the other way round, having found kind of a similar place for the past ones was more soothing than depressing.
Sure, there had been her previous visit at the Kawaguchi Resort, but there wasn't that much having come out of it, really - only her losing her precious painting equipment in the end. She tried to ask for them a couple of times already, but not yet had the hotel bothered to answer to her, let alone that she would've acquired anything back. She had yet to buy new ones - of course she still hoped she would get her old equipment back. But until that, or the other option... Well, thank heavens she still had her water colors. Though what she had done this far today was only simple sketches, nothing finished or even nearly being in colors yet. She was sitting in a regular place for her to paint - a branch of an extraordinarily old tree near the edge of the water, reeds and bulrushes spreading around below her and a gentle wind brushing the leaves of the tree. Overall, a beautiful spot.
But what she had not expected was to hear a sound of violin echoing through the air in a place like this, at a time like this. It immediately caught her attention and caused her hand to cease moving, the pencil ceasing to draw lines on the sketch block she had set on her lap. She listened carefully - the playing was melancholich, melodious, pure. The notes told her their own story - someone sure had their heart set to the music out there. Sure another such a player, a violanist could tell. She kept on listening. What things they had on their heart...
Before too long her curiosity got over her - of course she wanted to see who was behind such a melody. It told her indeed much - this violinist was, after all, expressing his feelings through his music just like she herself had the habit of doing. Music was a good medium for such, she admitted. But this sorrow, pain of loss, even agonized yet somewhere deep below, in the lowest layer of notes... some dark twist she had yet to be able to understand. She wanted to find out who it was there - behind such feelings and such a music.
So, the woman slid the block back to her bag and the pencil to her pocket, and flipped down from the tree in purpose of hitting some dry hummock instead of water or some bush of bulrushes. Reeds were so deceitful. One wrong step - like a swamp - and you got yourself a shoeful of water. Also this time, she quite didn't make it - she landed on the shore all right, but the wet ground was, least to be said, slippery and thus, in attempt to gain her balance she indeed stepped right into the lake. A good thing was, she was wearing her regular choice of footwear, black military boots - the bad thing, they had lately acquired a couple of holes to the seam of the sole and leather, simply out of their age. Walking away her other shoe slightly dripping, she made a mental note of buying new ones as soon as she could. Good old boots - they had served her well for the last decades, but in the end there always came the time to get a new pair sooner or later.
Susanna kept approaching the sound of the violin and was nearly there when it suddenly stopped. But now, she could already his voice, too. "You don't usually brood, onii-sama." Oh, there were more than just one person..? But when she finally got the man to her field of vision, an expression a bit wondering got to her face. He was clearly alone, after all - standing right there some dozen meters away, holding the violin. Was he talking to himself? Maybe the lake held some sort of a nostalgic feelings also to him, like it did to her... Slowly and clearly showing she was up to no harm, she approached him. "Excuse me, mister? I'm sorry if I interrupt... But I couldn't help it when I heard you play. As I'm a fellow artist - well, with viola, anyway - I couldn't help but come to see who was behind the music. Expressing feelings out with the flow of it..." She smiled gently to him. "Sounded like you have really a lot on your mind."
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Harrier Braithewaite
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Mercenary[M:2289]
-Ironic that you fear that which you must do to survive...- "I know. Isn't that why you're here?"
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Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 15, 2009 18:15:42 GMT -5
Almost immediately his body stiffened upon the coming of another presence. As so promised, Harrier allowed himself to be freely pushed to the corners of his consciousness, now becoming the watcher as his alter-ego came to life. -Be careful with the violin, onii-sama...- Harrier reminded his 'onii-sama' timidly as he bowed his head slightly and lowered his arms.
"I will," he muttered low under his breath. Knowing fully well that anything within his grasp could become a potential weapon, Harrier's other carefully lay the violin and its bow against the ground. While the bow would be a rather nice stabbing weapon it was old and worn, and would probably snap into several pieces if he used it. Besides, he still kept a set of blades within the inner pocket of his vest... ...and metal, the alter-ego reminded himself with a rather devilish grin as he quickly ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly messing it up, is far more durable than wood.
The grin faded as quickly as it came when the presence--a woman's--came into hearing range. "Excuse me, mister? I'm sorry if I interrupt... But I couldn't help it when I heard you play. As I'm a fellow artist - well, with viola, anyway - I couldn't help but come to see who was behind the music. Expressing feelings out with the flow of it..."
She offered a smile, then continued. "Sounded like you have really a lot on your mind."
-So that's why she came over?- Harrier mused as his other crossed his arms and and lifted his blank, emerald gaze to the waters before him. "A façade, I assure you," he replied, his voice holding not even one emotion. It was a rather startling opposite to his original's usually timid disposition. "One must sometimes portray another's doppelganger to survive." And it was true. It's what he'd been doing all this time, hadn't it? It was the only thing he could do...
The man bent over to pick up the instrument he laid on the ground earlier, being as careful as he could with it. While his original persona was nothing short of superb with this magnificent music-maker, he was only a big brother; an orchestrator of the protection over the only 'family' he knew. If anything he only listened to his "little brother's" kind of music, and, apart from a small boost to the musician's morale, did nothing to help create it.
"If that's all you came for, I apologize for disappointing you. I didn't plan on staying for long. I seemed to have lost my way, you see." Apologize, hah. There was none of the sort in his tone to infer such a thing. Then again, what he did say was partly true--the blunder of his original persona had somehow ended up here instead of the cemetery, where they'd usually hang out. While this nature-filled land wasn't half-bad, both personas did prefer more of the silent audience...
Speaking of losing their way, he hadn't quite remembered which way the cemetery was from here, much less if there even was one in the area. Harrier hoped that he lack of a burial ground wasn't the case. It would mean they would either have to travel to another city or return here. While he was sure the original violinist wouldn't mind the latter, he rather disliked both choices...
"Might you know if there is a cemetery around here and if so, would you mind pointing me in its direction?" he inquired, keeping his tone as flat and to-the-point as possible. Though it would be at his original persona's playing expense, the sooner they were away from here, the sooner they would be within the safety and silence of the grave. It wasn't that he nor Harrier liked being around death so much, but if it meant being away from the noise that was human society, then they would remain there in times of stock-still moments.
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Post by Susanna Achrenius on Oct 29, 2009 0:10:52 GMT -5
"If that's all you came for, I apologize for disappointing you. I didn't plan on staying for long. I seemed to have lost my way, you see." A bit of a disappointed crawled to the corner of her smile - the playing had really been to her liking, a pity if more of it was not to come. She couldn't blame him, though, not everyone was a busker like her. Some preferred to keep their melodies their own, she understood that... Though she still couldn't help her interest having woke up while hearing such music. Ah well.
Though Susanna had not caught a glimpse of the original Harrier, she could also sense something having changed around the person who now stood there with the violin. He had laid it down and picked it up again, but though the playing had been nothing short of virtuous, this person before her certainly didn't hold his instrument like a player of such a caliber. And the emotion within the music... it was all gone now. He apologized, but clearly she could tell he had no feeling in it at all. So sudden a change of appearance, at least of what she had deduced of the music (and she usually wasn't wrong at that) - she found it a bit odd... though what was she to meddle with other people's things. She already had - but it was her nature she couldn't help. Especially being quite sensitive in things like this - well, she had not been the bearer of the gift of interaction and sense for other people's feelings for nothing...
"I'm terribly sorry then, to have interrupted your going like this. But maybe I could help you to find what you're looking for, then..?" She trailed off. "Might you know if there is a cemetery around here and if so, would you mind pointing me in its direction?" Well, not the destination she could have expected straight away, but people had their own ways - she wouldn't question it since she in that sense was no exception herself either. Only a slight move of her other eyebrow could be noticed, but with nothing more she stopped to think if she knew anything to help the strange violinist. "Hmm, let me think... I'm sure there should be one at the town near Kawaguchi Resort... Though as I'm not of this area exactly, I cannot be entirely sure..." She kept a tiny pause, then remembered she should have had some sort of a map at her bag. "Ah, wait a bit." She turned to look for it, and after a while also found it - but soon she was to notice it was too small of its scale to show any cemetery, let alone such a small one as the one she thought was nearby was. So she had to turn back to Harrier with a smile of an apology on her face - at least she meant it. "Ah, seems like my map has failed me - too small are small towns like these for it to show their cemeteries, if it shows them at all. I'm sorry." She folded the map neatly enough and put it back to her bag. "But the town, at least is at that direction." She pointed with her hand to the southward direction of the coastline of the lake. "Hope I was of at least some sort of help... and I hope you won't get lost again..." She smiled at him again. "Or would you like me to show you the route to the town? I know the lakeside well enough not to get lost at that, at least." She couldn't help it. She was hopeless to stop trying when it came to helping people - whoever they were. A friend, or a complete stranger. Especially strangers, she smiled to herself. You never knew what could come out of them...
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Harrier Braithewaite
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Mercenary[M:2289]
-Ironic that you fear that which you must do to survive...- "I know. Isn't that why you're here?"
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Post by Harrier Braithewaite on Oct 30, 2009 23:03:33 GMT -5
"Hmm, let me think... I'm sure there should be one at the town near Kawaguchi Resort...Though as I'm not of this area exactly, I cannot be entirely sure..." Harrier grinned briefly. At least they would not have to walk very far. He'd hate to walk so much after the kinder brother had lost his way... He really needed a map of this area, quickly...
"Ah, wait a bit." The woman turned to fish something out of her bag--a map, presumably thought the man. His dark eyes watched her intently as she fished out a map and gazed at it. Moments later she turned back to him with an apologetic look, making him develop a frown. Perhaps he had spoken too soon...
"Ah, seems like my map has failed me - too small are towns like these for it to show their cemeteries, if it shows them at all. I'm sorry." Harrier sighed, placing a hand on the nape of his neck as she returned the map into her bag. He had, indeed, spoken much too soon...
"But the town, at least is at that direction." She pointed, and Harrier's frown deepened as he briefly followed direction in which the woman had pointed. He turned to face the tree nearest to them, sighed, closed his eyes, and tightened his grip on his charge's instrument. He was fatigued, and for once he'd had enough of traveling, of negotiating, of protecting his dear little brother.
It's up to you for now, otouto, said he to the original persona as he relaxed his grip on both the violin and bow as well as control of the body. I'm tired. Don't bother me 'til tomorrow. Almost immediately the original Harrier was throttled into control, signified by the sudden jerk of his body.
He moved his head slightly to glance at the woman, who had still been talking to him. "..and I hope you won't get lost again..." It took him a brief moment to remember that his big brother hadn't lied to her. Harrier offered a rather hesitant smile as she had to him.
"I do hope so, too," he replied quite lightly whilst rolling his shoulders back. The original Harrier would have been careful to switch with subtlety but, like his big brother, he was quite fatigued by the trip. He supposed he could stay around here for the night. And since big brother had told him not to bother him 'til morning...
"Or would you like me to show you the route to the town? I know the lakeside well enough not to get lost at that, at least." Harrier reinforced his smile somewhat. The woman was rather kind, to the say the least. At least for trying to help, Harrier supposed he could do otherwise...
"Ah, I suppose that would be quite nice. Please do, if you would so kindly!" He wasn't usually comfortable at the thought of someone other than his big brother accompanying him, but since they—he—had been aimlessly wandering for gods-know-how-long, he might as well entertain the stranger… and perhaps then, by the time they saw sights of the aforementioned town, they would escape the woman, and they would be off on their way to the path they originally sought...
"So you said you were...interested in the person behind the music you heard earlier..." he trailed off quietly as he lightly rested his violin upon his shoulder, and bow upon the strings. "And I suppose you... want to hear more...?" He was hesitant in words. He usually let the other persona handle the talking, but it was clear Harrier had angered—or perhaps the right word was irritated—him enough. He'd take the consequences, and for now he would be on his own...
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