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Wednesday Morning - Room 505, Fifth floor common room

Demyx had just crashed in Pip's room after the jam session last night. He hadn't wanted to go "bond" with his bizarre roommate, and so he just followed the more experienced student like a lost puppy. Apparently Pip hadn't minded, seeing as Demyx woke up in one piece and still in the same room.

Waking up and looking around, Demyx felt a sudden need for music paper. He didn't want to go rooting through his impromptu roommate's things, so instead he got up and padded quietly out to the common room. He sat himself down cross-legged on a couch and summoned his sitar, laying it across his knees and quickly sketching some music paper in the air. It formed as he directed, little lines and music notes of water forming where he wanted them. A good way to start the day.

((ooc: Feel free to stare or poke at him :D And...reposted to the correct place. N00balicious!))

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Gwynn was lost. She wasn't quite sure how she found herself in this part of the school and she really had no idea how to find her way back to her room.

She was walking past an open room when she heard music. She stepped in and looked around, and saw one young man there...and what appeared to be some parchment floating in the air near him.

Demyx paused in his playing to add another couple of translucent notes to the floating, watery score. He saw Gwynn through the lines, and tilted his head to the side slightly. "...Hello." Demyx managed to keep his concentration, the notes shivering and dancing in place but not falling.

Gwynn was entranced by what she was seeing him doing. She was definitely amazed.

"H-hello," she replied quietly, watching him. "How...?"

Smiling slightly, Demyx shrugged. "Just something I can do. One of the few things, really, since I'm completely worthless at fighting." He could play and have a conversation at the same time, and he quickly picked out the notes he'd just 'written'.

"I've never seen or heard anything like that," Gwynn said, coming a little further into the room. "It's beautiful."

And that had just won her a friend for life. Demyx practically glowed with the praise, adding a few more notes to the music and 'writing' them down. "It's just a sitar. And I control water. It's just what I do." Though he called it a sitar...it didn't sound like a sitar. It sounded like an ordinary (clean, non-distorted) electric guitar, but it didn't need to be plugged in.

Gwynn came all the way in and sat on the floor so she could watch what he was doing.

"You're very good at what you do, then," she said with a smile. "I'm Gwynn... a bit new to the area."

Audiences were good. Demyx was completely unused to having an actual interested audience, so he was very excited. "Thanks. I'm Demyx; I'm new here too." He frowned slightly, thinking hard as he composed a bit more. "Actually, other than knowing the name, I don't even know where 'here' is. I'm supposed to be dead right now, so maybe this is some kind of Other World?"

Gwynn thought about this. "You don't look or sound dead, Demyx. However, I'm not exactly sure where we are, either. I just was informed yesterday that I'm no longer in my time period."

The sound of music had lured Shiro's attention temporarily from his quest to satiate his demanding belly.

He saw Gwynn and Demyx first. Then his eyes settled on the large strange looking musical instrument in Demyx's lap. His brows furrowed as his head tilted to the side.

Gwynn waved at the new arrival and went back to watching what Demyx was doing.

"Yeah, that's what people have said," Demyx replied to Gwynn. When Pippi entered with that horse again, his concentration shattered and the composition he'd been working on dissolved back into the air, a small sprinkling of water droplets spattering onto the floor. "Ah--!! It's that horse again!"

[[ooc: you can move down now if you want to. Since Pippi came in sometime after the three of you started talking. So you can keep this "earlier" conversation going, or whatever. I didn't want to interrupt your introductions to each other. Sorry about that. :S ]]

Gwynn turned and stared at the horse. Her face broke into a smile. This was the first horse she had seen in Fandom. She was kind of disappointed that Demyx had stopped what he was doing though.

"They let horses inside?"

[[OOC: You can keep the two threads apart or you can move down into the lower one. Whichever you want to do at this point.]]

"I thought horses were only in The Land of Dragons. But I guess I was wrong? I mean, I know they have seahorses at Atlantica, but I've never seen horses in...oh no, wait...they did have horses there. I just forgot." Demyx blinked, pausing for breath. He really needed to remember to breathe more, talk less. "But horses hate me. I'm actually pretty good with cats, but that's about my limit when it comes to animals." Not to worry, he'd be back at the music in no time. The way he functioned, the blonde Nobody couldn't be without music for long.

He had her curiosity piqued. "Dragons? And why do you think horses hate you? You make beautiful music... I don't see how any creature could hate you."

Old Man doesn't seem to hate Demyx.

He stands placidly behind the couch and waits for the music to start again.

His mane looks very smart as it has been expertly braided.

While Gwynn is questioning Demyx, she is also watching the horse and wondering if it would be insulting to ask if she could pet him. She didn't know, he could be a student.

If Old Man was a student he'd say that he thought she'd never ask.

But he really is a horse.

Horses can tell things about people though.

Horses are cool like that.

So he nudges Gwynn's shoulder with his nose.

"Yeah, Dragons. It's a really weird world that's all about 'China' and has a lot of warriors and fighting. And some girl named Mulan who pretended to be a guy. But that's about all I know, since I think the Superior had Xigbar take care of things there." He smiled brightly at the praise, just holding his instrument loosely. "Nobody in the Organization really liked my music. Or if they did, they didn't really care anyway. I mean, Axel liked it once in a while, and I saw Roxas hanging around sometimes..."

He looked at the horse nervously. "Animals don't like me. Never have. Don't know why."

Gwynn reaches up to pet Old Man and her eyes are even more lit up. Between Demyx's music and Old Man, she is having quite a good morning.

"I don't see how anyone could not like you or your music, Demyx," she said. "You're very good."

Gwynn has a blunt way of saying things.

"What's China?" she asked as she moved to scritch behind Old Man's ears.

Old Man tilted his head.

Whether this was to facilitate Gwynn's scritches or that he was considering Demyx he didn't say.

Because he's a horse.

"I'm not sure. I think it's a place. I just know that the Superior wanted to overthrow that world and take out the Emperor and stuff." Demyx shrugged, picking his sitar back up and playing a few random chords. "Guess it doesn't matter anymore, though. They sent me on a mission and a battle they knew I couldn't win, I died, and now I'm here!"

"It seems to me..." Pippi's muffled voice came from the fridge where she was rooting around for milk and eggs, "That here is better where you were. Because you were in a place where people made you do things you didn't feel comfortable doing, and didn't appreciate your music."

She poked her head out.

"Hey! Just like Lorne. Are you from... Playa?"

"What's a playa?" Demyx asked curiously, just letting his fingers wander over the strings. Notes hovered in the air, shimmering into being as he played. It seemed to be something that happened without him really paying attention.

"A place where they don't enjoy music."

"Such a place shouldn't exist," Gwynn said softly as she continued to stroke Old Man and listen to Demyx's music. "It sounds quite horrible."

hungryhungryhungry....

Shiro had left his room when the fits of hunger pangs had become too great to ignore.

After hiding his ears under his cap (scaring James was fun and all, but he didn't want to cause any riots just yet) and hiding his tail down the pant leg of a pair of sweats he'd dug out of his duffel, he padded out of his room and down the hall.

needfoodneedfoodneedfood...

Shiro paused outside the door to the common room, his ear flicking under his cap.

Music?

It was music, alright. Music that was punctuated by voices when Gwynn and Demyx started talking.

Voices meant people (usually) and people meant food. And food was good.

Shiro stuck his head in the room.

(ooc: would it be easier if I jumped Shiro up to the thread above with Demyx in Gwynn? **dies at the noobness**)

(ooc: agreed. **jumps up a thread**)

*sounds of slow hoofbeats*

Pippi padded into the common room with Mr. Neilson on her shoulder and Old Man clopping along behind her.

"Oh look at all the people! I was about to make brakefast, who's hungry?"

Finally!

"Me!" Shiro practicly jumped up.

"Hello you!" she said waving as she approached the kitchenette in the corner of the common room.

"Do you have a name and do you like pancakes?"

The music and the strange instrument were forgotten now that food was once again the main focus of the morning.

"Shiro." He said, practiclly salavating, "yes, I like pancakes!" He bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly. He had yet to pay much notice to the monkey and the horse that had come in with this marvolous bringer of food goodness.

"Hello Shiro! I'm Pippi." she said pulling out various ingredients. "I live in 504. And this is Old Man," she waves at the horse, "And Sir Neilson." The monkey doffs his hat. "They live in 506."

"Nani?" He paused in his salavating and notinced for the first time the horse and the monkey.

"Gah!" He jumped back from Old Man. He'd never seen a horse up close before, and this, was very Up Close.

Old Man looked over from where he was getting his ears scratched by Gwynn.

People were so excitable around here. They should learn to be more laid back.

Like him.

"......"

Shiro took a couple of careful steps away from the horse. It was bigger then him, and he had learned to be weary of beasts bigger then him.

If Old Man could tell, or was bothered by the fact, that this kid was any kind of demon, it didn't seem to put a ripple in his placid demeanor.

Okay, maybe an ear twitched.

Otherwise? Mellow.

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