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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 0:40:05 GMT -5
The best things in life were free, or so they said. And Zizzy, professional slacker that she was, was talented at getting the most for nothing.
She'd led Armand through Chimera, and then through the wilderness to reach the forest (being careful to enter from the right side). Almost completely accidentally, she'd held his hand parts of the way to guide him, since he had no idea where they were going. The atmosphere was so charged with magic that was making her slightly giddy.
Zizzy led Armand (by the hand) into a clearing, after a good long while's walk. But he seemed just as up for it as her.
"Now watch this." She picked up a flower and pressed on an unusually thick petal. It let out a beautifully long note. Haunting and unlike any musical instrument or voice. Except maybe hers.
"Isn't it lovely? Everything here has it's own music." She thought that he, especially would appreciate this. Zizzy, on the other hand, came here because her own singing 'voice' ended up fitting in perfectly with the odd melodies here.
"Do you like it?" She asked hopefully, holding out the flower to him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 1:04:24 GMT -5
Armand physically had no problem keeping up with long hike. He did, however, keep noticing when their hands were connected. It was hard not to when a) she sent little jolts of electricity through his palm and b) it was just very.... noticeable, for some reason.
He'd been through the Forest of Mystery many times, but he'd never been to this part of it. He laughed softly, not at the haunting noise the flower made, but at the look on Zizzy's face as she listened. He took the flower and pressed the petal and it sang to him. He crouched low onto the ground and manipulate the stalks of grass and few more flowers. A harmonious melody wafted through the air. He sang back to them, almost challeningly, to see if they could match his notes. He asked a question without words, and they answered.
He looked up at her, almostly shyly. He looked around, a vague smiling hinting at the corners of his mouth. It was nearly disconcerting that she would know him so well already.
"Yes, I do," was the only appropriate answer he could think of.
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 1:24:02 GMT -5
"Watch this." She echoed and picked up another flower. Zizzy began to hum, but there was nothing melodic about her humming. It was the low rumble of distant thunder, and then the soft, indiscernable hiss of a shaft of lightning. Her lips mouthed words that didn't belong in an language, and it sounded like rain falling. She sang a storm. And the flower, for fear of getting wet, closed it's petals, as did several others in the glade. Her singing cut off.
"You should've heard me when I tried to learn nursery rhymes. My version of 'Humpty Dumpty' made several children cry."
After a little while, the flowers began to open again, the trick having lost it's effect. "Oh, and when bands started getting popular. I could never sing along. It was hard." She grinned, though, she was making fun of herself.
"I'm glad." Zizzy replied as she sat down beside were he crouched, which caused a burst of melody, somehow always harmonious.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 1:30:27 GMT -5
He listened, entirely enthralled and fascinated. It sounded like a storm, only better, because this storm had soul. He eased into a sitting position next to her, flicking a flower that harped out it's protests.
"I think the more appropriate conclusion would be that they couldn't sing along with you," he said, thinking it would be quite impossible to match and compliment her unique sound.
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 1:47:37 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed and shrugged.
"I like coming here for that reason. I like to sing sometimes, but my landlord gets pissed at me when I start it up in the shower and he thinks I'm flooding the place." And she would prefer not to have the greasy freak slam down her door to her one room apartment and rush into the bathroom to save his floors.
"Here I can belt it out without worrying." She smiled again and shrugged. "Or you know, if you ever need some killer sound effects for one of your Operas."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 2:03:48 GMT -5
He laughed. "I'm not sure the director would go for that. The sound effects would outshine the actors."
Giving in to the urge, he eased himself onto his back, putting both hands behind his head. "I love places like this. They're special." He glanced over at her. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 2:18:24 GMT -5
Zizzy's cheeks flared a little. Even though he was lying, it was sweet of him to do so. She followed his lead and lay down on her back, tilting her head towards him.
"You're welcome. I thought you migh appreciate it." She felt good here. Like she could just lie here with him forever. That they didn't even have to talk. Zizzy just felt comfortable. It was nice.
"Do you have anywhere like this?" She asked, past the point of caring whether that was prying or not.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 2:33:15 GMT -5
"Mm..." He murmured his assent. They seemed to run on the same wavelength, slipping into silence at the same time.
"I'll show you it sometime, if you want," he told her.
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 2:46:55 GMT -5
"I'd love that." She replied honestly, and wondered what his place would be. Zizzy looked up at the sky and daydreamed just a little. And ever so discreetly inched just a smidgen closer. It was so calm, like after the near-drowning the first time they'd met. Like being solitary together.
"Tell me something about yourself no one else knows." She said with a hint of playfulness. It wasn't meant to pry, but she realized he might take it that way. "Nothing you aren't ready to tell me." She said reasurringly. "Anything."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 3:02:41 GMT -5
He didn't notice when she scooted a little closer, not that he would have particularly minded anyway. His initial reponse to her question was too dark to impose on their tranquility, and he immediately shifted his thoughts elsewhere.
"Okay..." he mused, frowning in thought. "Hm. Oh. I prefer Bach over Mozart. Nobody knows that. My family doesn't care about classical composers and I could never break the news to Julien. Your turn."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 3:09:39 GMT -5
Zizzy laughed. "I don't know the difference." She replied. At first, she'd worried that they're large differences would have caused trouble. Which was part of the reason she'd showed him this place. They weren't so completely different.
"Ok. Something no one knows?" This was a touch hard, she didn't want to blurt out anything too depressing, and the lighter stuff she was more then honest about. So she supposed it was going to have to be something minorly embarassing.
"I can't swim. Like at all. It's not because of the electric thing, I can control that. I just am incapable of swimming. I sink like a rock."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 3:24:28 GMT -5
He snorted in disbelief, letting a deep laugh rumble through his throat without actually opening his mouth to release it.
"Sad," he told her, eyes crinkling with amusement. "And don't think I'm going to teach you, either. I can just see it. Everytime you get frustrated. Zap. No thank you." He looked at her. "Do I have to go again?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 3:36:50 GMT -5
"Oh trust me. I've given up. Besides, water and I don't mix well to begin with. I drink milk. And I resent that. I have other ways of taking out my anger. I just don't use them as often. And yes, Mister, you do have to go again."
She caught his eye and smiled at him. "C'mon, try to match me. Raise me even. I think liking Bach better the Mozart is alot less grevious then not being able to swim."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 16, 2008 3:55:39 GMT -5
He growled irritably.
"This isn't fair, you know. I have a twin. Somebody knows nearly everything about me." He narrowed his eyes, scowling at her smile. "Maybe if you'd change the rules I'd have a prayer of winning."
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Post by Jules on Feb 16, 2008 4:01:34 GMT -5
The growl only made her smile grow wider.
"Change the rules? Well, fine. Excluding your family and incredibly close friends." She amended. Which actually made it easier for her too, so that was fine. Besides, she'd gotten a few glimpses into who he was, perhaps this would help. Zizzy herself was about as open as a book. Or appeared to be. She didn't share some of her deeper fears and worries. But people didn't really think Zizzy could have deeper fears or worries, since she was blatantly honest about seemingly everything.
"And it's still your turn."
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