melodiesofkupo | [Video]

...Excellent! My Lady, it's ready!

[The interior of a sparsely-decorated room flickers to life over the feed, and it's immediately apparent that the room belonged to one of the newcomers pulled fresh from the Dream Width, and someone is playing some sort of music. But as someone hoists up the slate and swings it to the right, the figure seated in the chair is currently occupied.

Ring-covered fingers are strumming the strings of something guitar-like, and the figure is rather lost in it, singing nothing in particular. This goes on for about ten seconds.]

Ahem... Lady Madhuri?

[The figure sits up a little taller with a start, eyes fluttering open. The music resumed as she continued to strum, but the smile was sheepish as her eyes turned to the screen.]

Oh. Oh! Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, my instruments seem to have been left behind in the last jump. Makes a bard's fingers itchy. This loaner suits me nicely until I pay this world's bard college a visit.

[With a flourish, she raised a hand and wiggled her fingers in greeting.]

Good afternoon. I am Madhuri, a bard and a dancer by trade. I found myself curious, so I had to cut the ribbon on this little network as it were and pose a question:

Where are you from? What's your tale? ...Of what you're comfortable sharing, of course. Perhaps this can grant the opportunity to build a little bit of a... a... ohh, what's the word- rapport! Yes. A rapport.

Tell me tales of adventure, of victories and defeats, of loves won and loves lost! Perhaps I'll create a song out of a few, and it will be a little gift. Free, of course. Unless of course you're willing to tip.

[She pulled her feathered cap from atop her head and gave it a tip.]

That's all from me. Enjoy your day. For those of you still panicking about your situation? Breathe, dear. In and out. It'll be alright. Find friends and hold them dear.

Bye-bye~

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-Baiken sneers at the statement, not that it could be seen.-

Quit being a smartass. I need to know you're not going to be a problem.

'Smartass' is bolded on my bardic resume, I'm terribly sorry. 'Problem' is such a broad, broad word, however.

But it's quite interesting that I can all but taste your distrust. That sounds like a story I would like to hear.

If you can tell I don't trust you, why the hell do you think I'm going to give you any of that 'story', huh?

You tell me, love. You popped up into a discussion specifically asking for backstories.

-A growl.- First of all, don't call me that.

Second of all, I don't give a shit about your life story, I just wanted to know what you were and if you were going to cause problems.

Then I'm afraid you waste your time, Circle-Speaker.

The name's Baiken. -Said through clenched teeth.-

And if you're not gonna give straight answers, I'll just cut you down at the first sign of trouble. That a fair deal?

Mm- No video for me, huh? I bet you're as pretty as you are dangerous. It's a hell of an attractive combo.

-She'd be lying if this was the first time someone responded to threats of violence from her with flirting, but the circumstances still caused her to choke, going into a small coughing fit before responding with a few choice curses.-

The hell is wrong with you?! If you mess with me, you'll definitely wind up a head shorter!

[Oh NO. She couldn't keep herself together, both hands over her mouth and nose to stifle a laugh.]

Alright, alright! I've toyed with you enough. I would love to keep my head as it's the only one I have, but... really. How you haven't burst a blood vessel by now is a marvel.

Relax. There is nothing to fear.

-Without really meaning to, Suzuran switches the feed to video, mostly because she hadn't used that function yet and the woman on the other end had made her curious. So Baiken isn't really looking into the 'camera' as she speaks, clenching a pipe between her teeth and huffing out a trail of smoke.-

You may not be some monster I have to worry about, but you still piss me off. I don't need your feigned concerns over my health. Save them for someone who gives a damn.

Sure, sure.

[Oh. Oh my. She offered an 'ok' sign with a hand.]

...For the record, daaamn.

Damn wha-... -She glanced at the mognet receiver at that moment, narrowing her eye.-

Suzu... -She didn't have to say much, as the video feed was quickly cut.-

Most people have the sense to keep their thoughts to themselves. -When it comes to her. Whether it's about her looks, or her scars.-

Oh, I'm sure most people do.

Either way, it is certainly a treat pissing off such a pretty woman, but I'm dying to play this lute some more before I need to give it back to its owner. You've your vices, and I have mine, it seems.

Pissing off pretty women sounds like a pretty self-destructive vice. -As if she had much room to talk.-

What can I say? I live life dangerously.

-A long sigh.-

You know what? I take it back. You may not be human, but you're really starting to remind me of a human that got on my nerves all the same.

If you tell me you've got a fondness for sunglasses and gambling, I won't be surprised.

Sunglasses are handy, but I like to keep my gold. I dare not dabble in gambling.

This person sounds like a riot, however. A card sharp?

A womanizing gambling man who somehow wound up the caretaker of a whole pirate crew of young girls. I'll give him at least some credit, the girls are "off limits", which just means he tends to inflict his jackassery on the rest of us. Tch.

Perhaps the responsibility will do him some good. Got to be a good father figure, after all.

...Orrrr he may be looking for a mother figure to complete the set.

I don't care what he does so long as he leaves me out of it.

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