Post by Ravana on Jun 11, 2016 21:52:10 GMT
Silence. Since he had been summoned, the demon king of Lanka had quickly noticed that such a thing was sparse within the walls of Chaldea. It was to be expected, he supposed; it only stood to reason that in this place, featuring a gathering of larger than life individuals from throughout time, would be a din of conversation and arguments as massive personalities meshed and clashed. It grew... tiresome. It wasn't like the rakshasa was unused to the noise; between the bustling liveliness of his court and the cacophony of the battlefield, he was well acquainted with the various sounds life had to offer. That being said... sometimes, Ravana just needed silence, and it was in short supply. Even in his own private chambers, he could hear conversation from the neighboring rooms, or the hallway outside. This simply would not do.
And thus, the king sought silence. The rakshasa's travels throughout the compound had finally brought him to the supply warehouse. At this time, it seemed rather... empty. Indeed, as he walked along, all he could hear were his own footsteps, the clanking of his armor, the fluttering of his cape behind him...
"... This will do."
With a flourish of his cape, the Emperor of the Three Worlds took his seat upon a wooden box. It was no throne... but it would serve its purpose well enough, for the time being. His white-gloved hands took hold of the acoustic guitar he had brought along, fingers idly strumming the strings for a few moment. Something of a pleased chuckle echoed from within his helmet as he savored the sound. This is why he had sought a quiet place; a silent room was to a musician as a blank canvas was to a painter. After a few moments more of idly brushing his fingertips along the strings, the sound gently transitioned into a proper melody, the demon king simply making it up as he went along. After getting more of a feel for the song he was writing, he leaned back slightly, relaxing visibly as he began to hum along with his playing, the strings and his voice filling the warehouse. It reminded him greatly of bygone days, where he would slip away from all the stress and responsibility of being king and simply sit alone, playing the veena. Come to think of it... by the time his grand conquest rolled about, he didn't play music much anymore. Was that when he truly ceased to be himself, he wondered?
He shook his head slightly, his fingers continuing to dance over the guitar's strings. It did him little good to sit and wonder where it all went wrong. No... for now, he would simply enjoy the music.
And thus, the king sought silence. The rakshasa's travels throughout the compound had finally brought him to the supply warehouse. At this time, it seemed rather... empty. Indeed, as he walked along, all he could hear were his own footsteps, the clanking of his armor, the fluttering of his cape behind him...
"... This will do."
With a flourish of his cape, the Emperor of the Three Worlds took his seat upon a wooden box. It was no throne... but it would serve its purpose well enough, for the time being. His white-gloved hands took hold of the acoustic guitar he had brought along, fingers idly strumming the strings for a few moment. Something of a pleased chuckle echoed from within his helmet as he savored the sound. This is why he had sought a quiet place; a silent room was to a musician as a blank canvas was to a painter. After a few moments more of idly brushing his fingertips along the strings, the sound gently transitioned into a proper melody, the demon king simply making it up as he went along. After getting more of a feel for the song he was writing, he leaned back slightly, relaxing visibly as he began to hum along with his playing, the strings and his voice filling the warehouse. It reminded him greatly of bygone days, where he would slip away from all the stress and responsibility of being king and simply sit alone, playing the veena. Come to think of it... by the time his grand conquest rolled about, he didn't play music much anymore. Was that when he truly ceased to be himself, he wondered?
He shook his head slightly, his fingers continuing to dance over the guitar's strings. It did him little good to sit and wonder where it all went wrong. No... for now, he would simply enjoy the music.
