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Post by Ongaku Migoto on Mar 7, 2008 5:23:56 GMT -4
Boredom was all Migoto knew as of late. Not in the mood to travel to the Mortal Realm, he found himself lounging about in the Yami-ou's palace, guitar in hand, not looking for anywhere to go in particular. "Could this place be any more dull..." Migoto said in a clearly exaggerated voice. "I'll be glad when everyone gets back from that conference thingy, I mean I'm bored here but, being around those damn Uptights, this place might as well be... Heaven." Migoto said, laughing at his own irony laced, and poorly conceived joke. "It's truly sad when I'm the only one laughing, they need to hurry and get back..." Migoto said, sitting outside of Tomo's chamber, strumming his guitar.
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Post by Sanada Tomo on Mar 12, 2008 19:16:54 GMT -4
Tomoyo entered her chambers hastily, not at all pleased with the way that things had gone during the conference but glad that Heaven and Hell actually had the chance to get together and talk without physical conflict.
Even as she entered the castle, the open throne room/ballroom/party room was empty--she had told everyone to leave when she had departed for the meeting. Now that she had returned, there was only one thing that could make her a little happier--a party, where she could see her people enjoying themselves.
She was so intent on making this happen that she did not even mind the fellow fallen who was sitting in the floor.
"You," she said, trying to keep her disappointment out of her voice. "Play something loud and happy."
She hoped that the music would make her feel better.
Little by little others began filing in. The guards were no longer posted at the doors and were guarding doors inside that were not to be breached at any cost. As the different creatures and demons came to the castle and began to gather, Tomoyo wondered what he was going to play.
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Post by Ongaku Migoto on Mar 12, 2008 22:50:16 GMT -4
Watching Tomo enter her domain, Migoto's boredom seemingly evaporated as quickly as it came, as he jumped to his feet at to greet the Yami-ou who instructed him to play something festive, as the weary look on her face slightly diminishing her beauty. "Tome, you're back! Dammit I was grow old here waiting for you guys to get back." Migoto yelled excitedly, a smile on his now exuberant face. Watching the once empty palace fill with an assortment of beings, Migoto decided to make a small show out of the Yami-ou's return, hoping the festivities of Hell would erase the annoyance of the uptights at the conference. Migoto always seemed to perk up in Tomo's presence, like so many others enamored by the kindness she had shown him quite often, he wasted no time strumming his guitar. "I got a song especially for you Tomo-mama, this oughta cheer you up, you know how I hate to see you down when I think so highly of ya." Migoto said smiling as his hands began to find their respective places on the guitar. Picking the lower strings with his long thumbnail, while picking the top, Migoto began to fill the room with music, using his proficiency with Sound to emulate the noise of a drum set by stomping his feet, singing along with the noise he provided. { Click hear for the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=087pjPX3z_8 } |
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Post by Fallen Angel NPC on Mar 12, 2008 23:14:06 GMT -4
Azael was walking about the seventh layer, jumping at everything that moved. He was still not accustomed to the Hellion Realm--it went against every fiber of his being to be here--but there was nowhere else for him to go, and he did not consider the Mortal Realm an option.
The large castle that loomed before him was a place that was bustling with people, not like the rest of Hell's castles in the other layers. This one was not being guarded--that meant that the Yami-ou was there, and she was hosting her usual party.
Making his way to the entrance, he opened the doors of the castle and went inside.
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Post by Avalon Carrister on Mar 12, 2008 23:15:47 GMT -4
Avalon sighed, used to this treatment. Why Tomoyo decided to keep her ruling base of operation in an archaic looking castle when she held parties there almost every time she was there daunted him. But when he asked, the Mistress said that she had her reasons, and he had never bothered to question her.
The music was blaring, Symphony was functioning as security and all that Tomoyo was really doing was sitting on her throne, being upset about the Conference that she had called. When he had asked her about that, she had told him that things were clarified, but stll hadn't turned out the way that she had wanted, and he had never bothered to question that, either.
Citizens from many of the layers of Hell were in attendance, those who considered themselves royalty and those who were considered by the aforementioned group of people as peasants behaved the like their real selves in the presence of their King--but the gathering seemed to toil on without her. She had already been asked out by five handfuls of beings and turned them all down for a dance, a drink, or other merriment.
Avalon was really wondering what issue it was that he didn't know about that was putting his Mistress in so much anguish. He was hoping that the stream of visitors seeing Tomoyo began would finally fade so that he could speak with her privately.
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Post by Ongaku Migoto on Mar 15, 2008 15:44:46 GMT -4
Finishing his song, Migoto threw his hands in the air, "Wheew, I'm too damn good for words!" He yelled amongst the on lookers, blowing a kiss to Tomo, followed with a wink. "I hope that cheered you some Tomo-mama, I hate to see your beautiful face all scrunched up and angry, save that for Rei-Ray." Migoto said jokingly about the Rai-ou, noticing that Avalon had entered the room as he prepared to play more music.
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Post by Sanada Tomo on Mar 15, 2008 17:26:22 GMT -4
Tomoyo smiled and even allowed herself to blush at the young minstrel's words.
"What do they call you?" she asked, bothering to ask what his name is. He was a good entertainer, and his outward personality reminded the Yami-ou of herself when she had first created Hell. Wild and untamed, willful...
She shook her head, too clear her thoughts and allow her mind to be filled with the music that had been playing in her ears.
She saw Avalon approach with his usual worried look and she said to him, "Please...whatever news you have for me can wait. This handsome man here is supplying the music for the party. If you wouldn't mind, Avalon, I would appreciate it if you would procure payment for such a volunteer..." she looked again at the guitarist to see if he saw a problem with that. "Is there a particular type of payment you wish for?"
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Post by Ongaku Migoto on Mar 15, 2008 20:32:33 GMT -4
Smiling at the Yami-ou Migoto simply replied, "Being your presence is payment enough, but since your offering, I was thinking about hanging around here more often, don't need any money." Migoto said, smiling at Tomo. "I never got the chance to thank to speak to you personally so I'm taking full advantage now, I'm Migoto by the way, Ongaku Migoto and was there anything else you'd like to hear?" Migoto asked, tuning up his 'axe' for another go.
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Post by Sanada Tomo on Mar 16, 2008 0:21:29 GMT -4
Ongaku Migoto...how fitting. Tomoyo allowed her head to dip in a bow of acknowledgment, and she extended her hand.
"Yet another denizen of the House? Sure. I've got you and Exodus and Arashi and Avalon and Symphony, the Elven family, and...Ren. Hmm. I suppose that I should begin running an inn of sorts..." Smiling, Tomoyo felt herself going into a better mood.
Guests always made the place interesting.
Giggling to herself, her hair color changed from white to black, the long strands clashing again the stark white robe that she had worn to the Conference. Feeling at last at home, her robes changed as well, forming themselves around her body in a form of a red spaghetti strap dress, and she eased herself from her throne, standing on the small platform on which it sat and looking at her subject who all seemed to be enjoying themselves.
She was going to start enjoying herself, too.
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Post by Avalon Carrister on Mar 23, 2008 20:52:03 GMT -4
There seemed to be a problem of miscommunication with his Mistress, as she had the idea that he was going to bring bad news to her. Actually, he was trying to figure out what had happened at the meeting, and there was nothing wrong with him at all...
That is, until she suggested that the minstrel stay in the castle. That bothered him. Tomoyo always took in those from the outside that seemed special to her, and it was of Avalon's opinion that they were riffraff that did not deserve her time. The fact that there was a party going on was proof that Tomoyo had a habit of bringing those she did not know personally into her home. It bothered him, and he had the feeling that as one of the angels who had followed her into Hell he would always have a problem with it.
He sighed, knowing that he was going to be the one who showed Migoto around the castle; he was the one who would spend time babysitting him...
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Post by Ongaku Migoto on Apr 1, 2008 0:40:58 GMT -4
Looking at Avalon's serious demeanor, Migoto decided to lighten the mood and entertain Tomo, "Hey Wet-Boy, you just gonna stand there and moap around, for Hells sake man its a party." Migoto said, waving his arms wildly and making several silly gestures of swimming in the air, going so far as to mock Avalon's facial expression and stance before busting into laughter.
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Post by Avalon Carrister on Apr 4, 2008 11:41:02 GMT -4
Deciding to be the bigger man in this conversation, and not falling for the tricks of Migoto's taunts and gestures, Avalon kept his frown in place.
"Is there anywhere that you would like to go, Migoto?" he asked politely. "Anywhere at all?" Honestly, Migoto's annoying attitude was the least of his worries. He just wanted to get away from the loud atmosphere of the party, and if giving Migoto a tour of that was something that would do the job for him, then he would just have to endure his rambunctious personality...
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