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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 20:40:35 GMT
Elijah perks up. "A ceilidh, you say? And me with only one instrument!" Facing the Grey Lady, he drops her a formal, old-fashioned bow. "I shall leave it in your capable hands, my lady, to get my dancers lined up while I fill my cup." At the bar, he orders another mead - plain this time, and chilled - and an ice water... and then leans forward. "Do me a favor," he asks the woman behind the bar in a low voice, and nods towards Miach. "My friend there? Next time he orders something, put the full price on my tab... but bring him a butterbeer. Okay? Just for this next round." Returning to his own table, he drinks deeply from both glasses, then sets them down - the ice water a little closer to the middle of the table. Turning, he rummages in his backpack, taking care to keep it behind the table and away from prying eyes who might compare its size with the size of the items being withdrawn... and pulls out a full set of bagpipes, already assembled. He takes a few moments inflating the bag, inspecting various settings, and playing a few experimental notes. Then he sets up a drone, and without even checking to see if he does, indeed, have dancers ready, launches into an upbeat jig for Stripping the Willow.
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Post by Keeper of Darkness on Mar 9, 2017 21:33:49 GMT
The ghost does pull together some eager dancers. She waves someone over to herself and another form appears; it shifts into a rather handsome man a little older in appearance than herself. A few more ghosts appear and take places intertwined with some of the other dancers. When the music starts the dancers intertwine amongst one another. The pairs of ghost couples mix with the living and appear to have placed themselves in perfect position to exchange partners amongst their own kinds.
For the first time tonight the lady genuinely appears to be pleased, her eyes never leaving the handsome ghost as they move together and away from each other. Though it isn't necessary, she is a traditionalist and still bends and goes through arches as if she is still among the living. The crowd is lively, they are enjoying the music and dancing into a feverish sweat (the living that is) as long as the music plays.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 1:17:02 GMT
Elijah sneaks a quick smile and keeps playing, segueing from Stripping the Willow to Gravel Walk without missing a beat. If the crowd's willing to dance as long as there's music, he's willing to play as long as there's dancers. Nudging Miach with his foot, he winks and nods in the direction of the dancers.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 1:48:21 GMT
Miach had been perfectly happy to watch the ghost dance; after all, it was not a sight to which one was often treated. But at Elijah's nudge, he gives him a cheeky kiss and throws himself into the fray, lifting his hand to escort an ethereal partner and bowing to her as they dance.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 2:54:30 GMT
Elijah's eyes crinkle with amusement; he holds back a laugh as Miach joins the twirling dancers.
An hour later, the living dancers have long since called it quits and retreated, laughing, to cool their throats and rest their feet. The ghosts, however, are tireless - and so, as far as anyone could tell from looking, is Elijah, shifting from tune to tune (including some that are not at all familiar, and may well have been invented on the spot), stubbornly determined to outlast the spectral dancers who have no need of rest or refreshment.
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Post by Keeper of Darkness on Mar 10, 2017 15:52:23 GMT
Eventually The lady seems to find a way to slip out of the dance. With a slight wispy movement she starts to slightly fade, then runs for the door as her dance partner chases after her. She darts around and through gentlemen coming into the pub and both of the ghosts disappear out into the night. The rest of the ghosts are never tired and dance one dance after another, they circle and regroup; in an exchange of partners they continue to participate in the dancing. Eventually the sun would rise again and they would all turn translucent, if the music continued on that long.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 22:25:37 GMT
Miach taps out of the dance early, laughing and stomping his way to the bar for another drink; when the mug is delivered, he makes a skeptical face at the unexpected butterscotch sweetness before shooting a Look of utter exasperated fondness across the bar at the pretty minstrel. The Changeling man leans against the bar then, just watching his lover wear himself out puffing and blowing for tireless ghosts. Not once does Miach stop grinning as he nurses his drink.
Eventually, he finishes his sweet drink. He plunks another coin on the counter and murmurs a quick back-and-forth with the inn's proprietress before pocketing the key she gives him with a wink and a cheeky kiss. Then he weaves his way through the thick crowd back to the minstrel, a wicked smile playing on his lips. As the human patrons tire and return laughing to their tables, leaving the ghosts to make up the difference in dancers, Miach holds a glittering galleon coin high in the air, the light catching the attention of the other patrons as they pause, smiling, to see what the odd little red-headed man will do next.
With a grin and never looking away from Elijah's face, he tosses the coin down hard enough to bounce off the table and into the tip glass. As the gold strikes the other coins there, a rumble of errant thunder tears through the sky outside and through the windows can be seen a sudden and quite unexpected flash of lightning as the weather turns ominous. "One more tune, sir, if you please!" Miach calls over the cacophony. "Something sweet to play us to bed," he requests, his teasing wink slow and deliberate, "before the rain comes."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 4:20:19 GMT
Despite having no moral ground on which to do so, Elijah gives him a Look back at this interruption, then finishes the current reel with a flourish and a bow. "One more, eh?" he gasps. "As you command." He heads back to his table on shaky legs, collapsing into his seat, and finishes the rest of his water in one long draught. Wiping sweat from his brow, he bends to do something with his instruments; a moment later there are, suspiciously, no instruments on or near his table, save the one fiddle minus its case. He sets it by the edge of the table and stands, lifting his now-lukewarm mead. "A final song," he says. Reaching behind him, he takes his cup of coins with his free hand and starts it going around the room. "Let's make it a good one." Clearing his throat, he raises his glass high and begins to sing, his deep warm voice filling the room. "Of all the gold that ere I've had, I've spent it in good company. And all the wrongs that ere I've done I swear were done to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall. So fill to me the parting glass: Good night and joy be to you all!" As the last notes fade, he lifts his cup to his lips and drinks deeply - and then reaches back to grab his fiddle. The tune he plays is haunting and sweet, the keening notes sweeping over the room. It rises and falls, variations on the theme, always coming back around to the same dreamy melody. He plays as though he's lost himself in the melody - and then, with a wink at Miach, he repositions the fiddle so that he can sing as he plays, coming out with a lesser-known verse, subtly altered. "If I had money enough to spend And leisure time to sit awhile There is a bold man in this town Who surely has me heart beguiled. His ruby lips and rosy cheeks - I own he has me heart in thrall. So I'll gently rise and softly call: Good night and joy be to you all!"
He winds the tune down gently. Then, arms dropping to his side, he bows one final time.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 4:29:58 GMT
Miach helps the glass make the rounds and even once it is solidly going about the room he keeps a subtle eye on it, only throwing himself into his chair once the tip jar has safely made its way back to its rightful owner. He rests his chin on his fist as he basks in the song, gazing up at the singer with wry affection. If his lips purse in a wry laughing pout at the new verse, and if his red cheeks angle just a bit to show off his natural handsomeness to the other patrons, he can hardly be blamed for his well-deserved vanity.
At the end of the song he leads the room in boisterous applause, dipping to catch up the minstrel's bag and adding it to the easy burden on his own back. "Help you with your luggage, sir," he offers with a grin, his hazel eyes dancing. "Your arms must be tired."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 4:38:52 GMT
Elijah returns his grin. He slings his fiddle up onto his shoulder with the illusion of carelessness, and grabs the makeshift tip jar. "Was that a key I saw?" he murmurs, leaning close to Miach.
With as much strut as his tired body will allow him, he strolls to the bar, plunking down a few of the larger coins. "For your troubles, ma'am," he says with a wink, "and a bottle of your finest."
Then, alcohol and money and fiddle in hand, he lets himself lean slightly on Miach as they make their way, not out the door, but up the stairs. Just before they vanish from sight, he can be heard to say, "I could have kept going, you know."
(OOC: fin?)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 4:40:39 GMT
"It was indeed a key, and you could have kept going," Miach murmurs back, his grin unfazed as he leads him up the stairs. "But you'd have been useless to me after..."
[Fin.]
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