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legionworld2016-09-28 08:47 pm
bachido) wrote in legionworld2016-09-28 08:47 pm
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Who| Kubo and whoever wants to meet Kubo!
What| The performer is out and about, getting to know his new audience.
Where| Crew Quarters, the Habitat Deck, any public spaces where a wandering minstrel might meet music . . . mappreciators.
When| Whenever
Warnings/Notes| n/a
There was a LOT of land to wander here, a lot of seasides and mountains giving way to cities like nothing Kubo had ever seen, and he'd seen a Temple of Bones protected by a skeleton demon, a Garden of Eyes lurking under a long lake. There were whole rooms of thrumming metal and strange noises and smells, people who . . . perhaps weren't stranger than anyone he'd ever met, but not everyone had met celestial monsters and cursed humans.
Kubo was enthralled by all of it.
The chance to play for a new audience, so completely outside what Kubo had ever seen before, was exciting. He had plenty of tales that he was prepared to launch into for, say, the entertainment of the villagers back home, but this audience was so new, it paid to get a feel for them a bit before starting. They wouldn't yet drop what they were doing to listen when he started to play, and he'd have hated for someone to miss out on the beginning of a story just because they didn't know they were about to hear one.
As he explored, looking for people, Kubo played his shamisen. Though he played with less intensity than he typically performed, the lively notes were crisp and confident and two sheets of paper followed him as he walked, folding and unfolding themselves into animals, dancers, warriors in competition, moving like living creatures abstractly illustrating the music.
The boy in the red beetle robes looked around for eyes to catch, and for the glint of a flying coin or two - he wasn't putting on a real show yet, but it paid (literally) to keep a sharp eye out.
What| The performer is out and about, getting to know his new audience.
Where| Crew Quarters, the Habitat Deck, any public spaces where a wandering minstrel might meet music . . . mappreciators.
When| Whenever
Warnings/Notes| n/a
There was a LOT of land to wander here, a lot of seasides and mountains giving way to cities like nothing Kubo had ever seen, and he'd seen a Temple of Bones protected by a skeleton demon, a Garden of Eyes lurking under a long lake. There were whole rooms of thrumming metal and strange noises and smells, people who . . . perhaps weren't stranger than anyone he'd ever met, but not everyone had met celestial monsters and cursed humans.
Kubo was enthralled by all of it.
The chance to play for a new audience, so completely outside what Kubo had ever seen before, was exciting. He had plenty of tales that he was prepared to launch into for, say, the entertainment of the villagers back home, but this audience was so new, it paid to get a feel for them a bit before starting. They wouldn't yet drop what they were doing to listen when he started to play, and he'd have hated for someone to miss out on the beginning of a story just because they didn't know they were about to hear one.
As he explored, looking for people, Kubo played his shamisen. Though he played with less intensity than he typically performed, the lively notes were crisp and confident and two sheets of paper followed him as he walked, folding and unfolding themselves into animals, dancers, warriors in competition, moving like living creatures abstractly illustrating the music.
The boy in the red beetle robes looked around for eyes to catch, and for the glint of a flying coin or two - he wasn't putting on a real show yet, but it paid (literally) to keep a sharp eye out.