Post by Roin on Apr 7, 2015 16:52:23 GMT -5
The shot hadn't bothered the knife-fighter, but it certainly seemed to piss him off. A banjo that could shoot projectiles was nothing surprising to Cormad, especially considering the little harmonica kept around his neck functioned as a knife. But before any sort of fight could break out, before the man could consider possibly throwing something back... the woman behind the desk spoke up once again. Grumbling under his voice at the jester's quick dismissal, the man from the North Blue began to quietly "jam" on the Piano. It was just a simple jazz song, but it did it's job of allowing the angered man to calm down at least. Banjo or not... the stage was his... so hopefully that weird speaking person would just stay out of the light for a bit longer.
I owe it to Amelia to not get us kicked out... if not for her, I would still be flipping fish and the like back on that damned ship...
Even with the food done, the musically-inclined chef just wanted to play. It'd been ages since the Harmonic Ghost got to play anything other than his harmonica... yet in the span of a few minutes, the man had got to play both a guitar and a piano. Reminiscing brought back days with the rest of his old crew... the Harmonic Pirates had many instruments and saw fit to steal or buy ones they didn't. Closing his eyes as the song "picked up" for a brief moment, Cormad simply began to sing along to the rhythm and giving a true start to the song rather than just jamming away.
"A ma~n from the North once said... that a true man... isn't defined in war... or in bed..."
The smile grew at the first bit of the song... it wasn't one written in paper, nor one passed down... it had been wrote by a man who simply wanted to perform for a group of other musicians.
"A true man... finds solace in the companions... that they have and will soon have met. As cheesy as it gets, the crew 'round him said... "go to hell, you bastard!" and struck him... right on the head. The man from the North let out a shout... turned and with an uncouth mouth, screamed many things... things, I swore to not repeat today."
Gently letting the words fade away, the singing dropped in favor of simply playing the calming song. Cormad's memory of writing the song to go along with the jam session that brought it about was blurry... it was disheartening to the ex-Captain. How long had it truthfully been now? Eight years? Maybe more since the song had been wrote? It was one of the first songs ever written by Cormad... and it had more slaps to the back of the brown-haired man than trying to play his harmonica during one of their pieces. As the song kept on going, the memories were tied back as the man's vision turned to the arrivals that had slipped in during the chaotic lash-out at the jester. They were big... a goofy bunch, to say the least. The food was done, the fighting had stopped... so why not enjoy the day a bit longer?
"Amelia, why not grab me something to eat? Don't bring it personally, though, because I don't want you to get too close!"
I owe it to Amelia to not get us kicked out... if not for her, I would still be flipping fish and the like back on that damned ship...
Even with the food done, the musically-inclined chef just wanted to play. It'd been ages since the Harmonic Ghost got to play anything other than his harmonica... yet in the span of a few minutes, the man had got to play both a guitar and a piano. Reminiscing brought back days with the rest of his old crew... the Harmonic Pirates had many instruments and saw fit to steal or buy ones they didn't. Closing his eyes as the song "picked up" for a brief moment, Cormad simply began to sing along to the rhythm and giving a true start to the song rather than just jamming away.
"A ma~n from the North once said... that a true man... isn't defined in war... or in bed..."
The smile grew at the first bit of the song... it wasn't one written in paper, nor one passed down... it had been wrote by a man who simply wanted to perform for a group of other musicians.
"A true man... finds solace in the companions... that they have and will soon have met. As cheesy as it gets, the crew 'round him said... "go to hell, you bastard!" and struck him... right on the head. The man from the North let out a shout... turned and with an uncouth mouth, screamed many things... things, I swore to not repeat today."
Gently letting the words fade away, the singing dropped in favor of simply playing the calming song. Cormad's memory of writing the song to go along with the jam session that brought it about was blurry... it was disheartening to the ex-Captain. How long had it truthfully been now? Eight years? Maybe more since the song had been wrote? It was one of the first songs ever written by Cormad... and it had more slaps to the back of the brown-haired man than trying to play his harmonica during one of their pieces. As the song kept on going, the memories were tied back as the man's vision turned to the arrivals that had slipped in during the chaotic lash-out at the jester. They were big... a goofy bunch, to say the least. The food was done, the fighting had stopped... so why not enjoy the day a bit longer?
"Amelia, why not grab me something to eat? Don't bring it personally, though, because I don't want you to get too close!"