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route_10652013-08-20 10:23 pm
yoctogram) wrote in route_10652013-08-20 10:23 pm
Mathematics is the basis of sound and sound itself
Who: Minamimoto Sho and Belphegore of Sloth (anyone in Violet is welcome to be at the restaurant)
Where: A restaurant in Violet
When: Following Sho's return from a month lost in Jhoto
Summary: At Sho's level of maths, music is sure to follow
Rating: G
Log:
Sho had arrived early simply because he got off work before Belphe did. Nor and Nand were with him, the rest of his pokemon back at the inn gossiping with Belphe's and wondering when Jack was going to get back. They had a lot to talk about, after all.
It was, as he'd informed her, a nice enough place but not terribly expensive. What it did have, tucked into the corner, was a piano. It couldn't have drawn him any faster if it had been made entirely out of magnets, and he of metal. He'd peeked into the top, tested a key (in tune! Rapture!) and set the Pokeball he had in his coat on top of it.
Without further thought he settled onto the bench, not bothering to ask if it was acceptable for him to do so. It was in a public space, more or less, so obviously he had every right to use it. There hadn't been nearly enough real music in this place, only that ever-present horrible noise. If it were back home, he was pretty sure that even the rest of the Noise would attack it.
Hell, if he ever had to go back he'd make that a task next time he was Game Master.
It had been longer than he could stand to think about since his fingers curved over the ivory and ebony of a piano's keys, and he paused for a second to enjoy the anticipation before allowing himself to slowly warm up with a simple set of scales. In a very real way, it felt more like coming home than anything he could remember. Frequencies and mathematical progressions danced in his head as simple scales drifted into a Fibonacci sequence of notes that spiralled up and up with chords taking the place of large numbers, and he allowed himself a brief indulgence of several dozen places of Pi before settling into what he truly wanted to do.
Music was maths, maths were music. They couldn't be pulled from each other, not really. Complex maths equations? They were the basis from what a symphony was made. Phi to start with, but then the partial differential equations that defined each plane, spinning out in arpeggios and crescendos of surprisingly delicate chords and running notes.
The idea blossomed in his mind like the curving functions of a fractal algorithm; V2(x,y) = (x,y)/(x2+y2) danced in his head; over simplified but enough to allow him to make what spilled from his fingertips richer, deeper, more correct.
Nor hopped up beside him and leaned an inquisitive paw on a key. It wasn't what Sho would have done there, not at all, but he was able to add it seamlessly into what he was doing...and he took the music in that direction for a while. After all, if not for them he wouldn't have time with her; the Pokemon were as much a part of the symphony of her as her lovely red eyes and grey hair.
He'd told her she was beautiful, and he'd meant it, but he didn't think she understood it how he had meant it. This was better. Maybe she'd understand this.
Where: A restaurant in Violet
When: Following Sho's return from a month lost in Jhoto
Summary: At Sho's level of maths, music is sure to follow
Rating: G
Log:
Sho had arrived early simply because he got off work before Belphe did. Nor and Nand were with him, the rest of his pokemon back at the inn gossiping with Belphe's and wondering when Jack was going to get back. They had a lot to talk about, after all.
It was, as he'd informed her, a nice enough place but not terribly expensive. What it did have, tucked into the corner, was a piano. It couldn't have drawn him any faster if it had been made entirely out of magnets, and he of metal. He'd peeked into the top, tested a key (in tune! Rapture!) and set the Pokeball he had in his coat on top of it.
Without further thought he settled onto the bench, not bothering to ask if it was acceptable for him to do so. It was in a public space, more or less, so obviously he had every right to use it. There hadn't been nearly enough real music in this place, only that ever-present horrible noise. If it were back home, he was pretty sure that even the rest of the Noise would attack it.
Hell, if he ever had to go back he'd make that a task next time he was Game Master.
It had been longer than he could stand to think about since his fingers curved over the ivory and ebony of a piano's keys, and he paused for a second to enjoy the anticipation before allowing himself to slowly warm up with a simple set of scales. In a very real way, it felt more like coming home than anything he could remember. Frequencies and mathematical progressions danced in his head as simple scales drifted into a Fibonacci sequence of notes that spiralled up and up with chords taking the place of large numbers, and he allowed himself a brief indulgence of several dozen places of Pi before settling into what he truly wanted to do.
Music was maths, maths were music. They couldn't be pulled from each other, not really. Complex maths equations? They were the basis from what a symphony was made. Phi to start with, but then the partial differential equations that defined each plane, spinning out in arpeggios and crescendos of surprisingly delicate chords and running notes.
The idea blossomed in his mind like the curving functions of a fractal algorithm; V2(x,y) = (x,y)/(x2+y2) danced in his head; over simplified but enough to allow him to make what spilled from his fingertips richer, deeper, more correct.
Nor hopped up beside him and leaned an inquisitive paw on a key. It wasn't what Sho would have done there, not at all, but he was able to add it seamlessly into what he was doing...and he took the music in that direction for a while. After all, if not for them he wouldn't have time with her; the Pokemon were as much a part of the symphony of her as her lovely red eyes and grey hair.
He'd told her she was beautiful, and he'd meant it, but he didn't think she understood it how he had meant it. This was better. Maybe she'd understand this.
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The rich material of the dress felt unnatural against her skin as she stood at the end of the restaurant's walkway for a long moment, studying it's exterior, making note of the outdoor garden out back, and inwardly cursing that his idea of 'not expensive' and hers seemed to differ. She'd not even gone inside yet and was already feeling overwhelmed.
For a moment, she entertained the notion of simply going back to the inn and staying there. He'd get bored with waiting for her here eventually, wouldn't he...?
However, the idea of leaving him to sit alone for the evening, expecting her when she had no intention of turning up struck a sour note in her. She owed him at least the courtesy of making an appearance after agreeing to be there, she decided.
Allowing this thought to bolster her, Belphegor moved up the walkway and entered the building. The atmosphere was immediately different from outdoors - shaded, filled with the ambiance of low chatter and clinking utensils, and a strange, lilting piano melody filling the air. Not immediately looking to the source of it, red eyes scanned the tables, seeking a familiar shock of silver hair hidden beneath a black cap.
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Sho, himself, didn't even notice, lost in the music as much as he sometimes got lost in the screaming and ranting that he'd do. His fingers moved wickedly fast, and wickedly sure, dancing over the keys with both certainty and grace. There was so much to Belphe, after all, and he could keep playing forever. Just forever.
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"I was looking for someone." she said simply. "But I don't think--" and then Nor was scuttling to her, grinning up at her with his vulpine eevee grin before running back in the direction he'd come, forcing her eyes to follow and--
....was that really--?
For a few seconds, the idea of Sho perched at the piano being the source of the music was so strange her mind refused to process it. As chaotic and loud as he was, the idea he could produce something that required delicacy and patience in any degree seemed out of the question.
And yet there he was.
Her eyes, again, scanned the table as if a second glance would disprove what she'd seen and she'd somehow find him stacking menus in odd ways in a corner after all before she slowly crossed the restaurant to the piano's alcove.
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He played with his whole heart, his whole soul. There was nothing by-the-numbers, nothing calculated for effect, he was playing what he felt and it was as mathematically perfect only because his feelings were as obsessive as the rest of him.
Those yellow eyes opened when Nor leaned against him, and he looked down at the Eevee with a smile, that only grew as he noticed Belphe was there. He smiled at her, remarkably calmly, and began to work the music around towards an eventual close.
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"I didn't know you could play." she settled for, at last. Or that the staff would let you anywhere near their piano, for that matter went politely unsaid.
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He didn't actually, you know. Ask to play the piano.
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As the invitation was placed for her to sit, she accepted it following a wary look at the other diners who did not seem to spare the two of them a second look, caught up in their own dinner conversations.
"Is it a piece from your own world?"
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"Vee!" Nor insisted, leaning on Belphe's thigh.
"We wrote it. Nor helped."
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not that she knew much about music aside from what she did and didn't like to listen to. The piece in question was soothing to her ear in its own strange way. Enigmatic, wandering, and peaceful all at once. Not at all like the melodies she'd been exposed to back home.
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