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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Jun 3, 2017 3:58:44 GMT
Mitsuko felt her breath catch in her throat as a familiar tune filled the air. The subtle change in Marshal's stance, the way his eyes were closed, and the way emotions just enraptured you from the music... this was a language the silverette truly understood. It was a language all artists understood, and few outside the arts knew. He was bearing his soul. Distress and pain filled the haunting melody. Mitsuko leaned forward, as she watched Marshal. She couldn't help it, she felt drawn. It was like a spell had ensnared her, and if she moved she would break it. An unbidden tear escaped her eye, and streamed down her cheek due to the beauty of the music.
Patamon however didn't feel the same way. Yes, he was impressed. Yes, he could feel the emotion. However, the piece was so beautiful, he hummed along with the boy, as he played. He floated gently in the air, coming to rest upon Coronamon's head. "Man... that guy can PLAY!" Patamon whispered.
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Post by Marshal North on Jun 3, 2017 8:55:34 GMT
Coronamon was confused. This feeling he got from Marshal was so unusual. Come to think of it, now that he thought a bit more about it, he had been sensing some emotions lately from Marshal that he was entirely sure he'd never seen the guy exhibit at all. Was he really this good at hiding his feelings from those around him? This warranted further questioning, but perhaps not now. Coronamon was so entranced in the beauty of the music that he didn't even notice Patamon perch on his head and speak.
Meanwhile as Marshal wrapped up the piece, a single tear streaked down the left side of his face, away from the prying eyes of those watching. He quickly put the instrument down and brushed his face before anyone would see him crying. "Man," he chuckled, not missing a beat or showing any signs of wavering or breaking in his voice. "Not sure where that one came from."
Coronamon gave him a look that silently screamed, "We need to talk," but Marshal refused to make eye contact because he knew what would be coming later.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Jun 3, 2017 22:15:16 GMT
Patamon leaned down into Coronamon's line of vision, "Hey! Are you ignoring me?" Patamon knocked gently on the fire-lion's forehead with his tiny paw "Hello... is anyone in there?" Patamon huffed, he didn't like being ignored. No one ignored him. He was Patamon. Digimon of Awesomeness! A true legend! Although Suki-chan often disputed that it was only in his own mind... but still!
"I know..." Mitsuko rose gracefully, and crossed over to Marshal. "It came from here." She placed a hand on his chest, feeling he heart beating through his clothing. Mitsuko realized she may have crossed a line, and blushed slightly, as she took the violin carefully from Marshal. "I would be honored if you would let me pay you back, for that beautiful music. By allowing me to play a song or two for you."
"AWW YEAH!" Patamon cheered. "It's on now! Music battle!" He cheered, as Mitsuko shot him a quick glare. "Or ... not. Not works too." He quickly amended, trying to bury himself (unsuccessfully) into Coronamon's mane.
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Post by Marshal North on Jun 7, 2017 5:50:59 GMT
Marshal blushed as Mitsuko put her hand on his chest. He wasn't used to stuff like this, so he pulled away quickly and awkwardly handed her violin back to her. "That sounds great!" he shouted awkwardly.
Coronamon sighed as Patamon continued his tirade atop his head.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Jun 12, 2017 23:49:49 GMT
Mitsuko winced as Marshal shouted at her. "Er... sorry. I didn't..." Mitsuko lowered her gaze to her violin. "I didn't mean to make you angry." A small blush crept upon her own cheeks, as she fumbled the violin into the correct playing position. What to play... what to play... Mitsuko thought as she felt a small breeze envelop her. Marshal seemed to enjoy classical music... how about... Mitsuko closed her eyes, as the first few notes of Tartini Violin Sonata began to echo around her. The piece was soft, yet strong. Slowly growing into a mournful tune. One that if you haven't truly felt loss, you couldn't put the soul of grief into the song that it really needed. Patamon sucked in a breath, he had seen Mitsuko play multiple songs that always surprised him, but this was just... an array of emotions that danced around him. He could feel the music building into an enormous energy that just consumed everyone within hearing distance. "Wow..." was all he could say, as he wiped a tear from his furry face. Mitsuko felt the final notes of the song die upon her bow, as she opened her eyes trying to gage the reaction of Marshal. Did she do well? Did he like it? "If you... didn't like it..." Mitsuko stammered, as she cast her eyes to the ground. "I know... newer and more well known... songs."
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Post by Marshal North on Jun 18, 2017 18:45:47 GMT
Marshal stood in silence as Mitsuko played. At the end, he hardly knew what to say. "That...was amazing," he breathed.
Coronamon, too, felt moved by Mitsuko's playing, but still was distracted by the things he had sensed from Marshal before.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Jun 28, 2017 22:44:53 GMT
Mitsuko hadn't realized she was holding her breath, until she exhaled from relief. He liked the song. Thank the digi-gods! "I'm glad... you liked it." She said, as a soft blush crept upon her face. She put the violin in her lap as she sat down upon the log. "Marshal... may I... ask you a question?" She said nervously, as she brought a thumbnail to her mouth, chewing on it nervously.
With a sigh, Patamon rolled his eyes. "Alright Leo, I'm gonna give you a tip I've learned." Patamon pushed off of Coronamon's head, and hovered face to face with the lion-like Digimon. "We all know our tamers are special. Each one is unique. Our strength comes from those bonds we feel." Patamon stated, as if it was the obvious, which it basically was. "If he is keeping something from you... it isn't personal. He will tell you. In his own time. You can't push people, otherwise you'll push them right out of the digi-gate." Patamon folded his arms and nodded. "Then again, sometimes you do need to let them know, that you are there for them. No matter what. You'll always be someone they can trust." So, from Captain Obvious to Doctor Phil. Who said you can't teach a new Mon new tricks? Or was it an old Mon old tricks? Patamon scratched his head in wonder, as he continued to think on this conundrum.
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Post by Marshal North on Aug 16, 2017 19:56:04 GMT
"Uh...sure," Marshal said, unsure of Mitsuko's line of questioning. "What's up?"
Coronamon, meanwhile, wasn't convinced that Patamon really knew what was going on. It's not like he was a mind reader or anything. He nodded slowly, not really taking Patamon's advice to heart. He also wasn't really sure what to respond with. He knew what he felt, and he couldn't lie to Patamon and say that he was going to be patient with this stuff. He and Marshal had been around each other for over a year now, so he felt that they should've known each other better than that.
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Aug 21, 2017 4:02:47 GMT
Mitsuko could feel Marshal's gaze upon her, she shifted nervously as her hand fell from her mouth. "Well... I..." Mitsuko said softly as she tried to think of the best way to phrase her thoughts. "Well... you seem... to play beautifully." Mitsuko could have face-palmed right then, if she wasn't so nervous. "Its just... most people... who produce art like that... they know a thing or two about loss." Mitsuko broke his gaze by staring up towards the clouds. "To put so much of yourself into an art... you must have lost someone or something very dear to you. From my experience art is beauty created by a form of pain. The more beautiful, the greater the pain." Mitsuko's eyes gazed up at Marshal, glittering softly with unshed tears. "If I may be... direct... what happened... what caused you so much pain?"
Mitsuko's voice trailed off into the clearing where the two digimon were hidden. Patamon couldn't help it, but he leaned closer towards the humans. Coronamon may be dismissive of his ideas, but people were like onions. You had to peel them, one layer at a time, to see what they really held inside. Well... Suki-chan just used a knife, and that was quick enough for him.
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Post by Marshal North on Sept 5, 2017 23:57:24 GMT
Marshal was confused. Mitsuko seemed to think she knew what was going on. "I think you're a little confused," he chuckled. "I haven't really lost anyone before." He smiled lightly, but the more he thought about it, maybe that wasn't the point. Maybe just the prospect of losing others was enough to cause him the pain Mitsuko spoke of.
He quickly tried to change the subject. "Anyway, your piece was lovely! We'll have to do this again sometime!"
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Post by Mitsuko Kaioh on Sept 7, 2017 12:40:47 GMT
"Oh" Mitsuko's voice fell gently. "My... mistake." Mitsuko's gaze fell back down towards the floor. How could she be so stupid?! She barely knew this guy, she couldn't expect him to pour out her soul for her to mend.
"Thank... you." Mitsuko clutched the violin as she put it back into her case. "Sure... sounds... fun." But her voice all but conveyed that it would actually be fun. Mitsuko had her back turned away from Marshal, where he couldn't see her face. She was blushing with embarrassment, and she was rubbing her eyes, trying to prevent herself from crying. She was so stupid! This guy was just being nice, and she made everything awkward. No wonder he wanted to get away from her so fast.
"P-Patamon!" Mitsuko called. "T-time to g-go!" Mitsuko's voice hiccuped slightly at the end. She cleared her throat, and tried to act as if she hadn't been trying to cry.
Patamon flew from his hiding place, and onto Mitsuko's head. "Alright." Normally, it was hell trying to get him to leave the park. But this time he knew better than to argue. Mitsuko was probably thinking of her mom, and he knew not give her a hard time. "By the way, Coronamon... you're still it." Patamon stuck his tongue out playfully as Mitsuko strapped the violin case to her back.
Mitsuko turned on her heel, leaving behind the scent of vanilla (from her perfume) and for a brief moment, a small glistening stream of tears hovered in the air as she exited the clearing.
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Post by Marshal North on Sept 7, 2017 15:41:08 GMT
Marshal was a little shocked to see Mitsuko leave so suddenly. She seemed upset, which was in itself upsetting. He could swear he saw her shed a tear or two as she left the clearing. He stared in disbelief. Had he done something wrong? He wasn't sure how to react to this situation at all.
Coronamon, meanwhile, was upset that he was still it. He silently swore vengeance on Patamon as he turned his Holosuit back on. He would stop being "it" if it was the last thing he did!
The sun was just starting to dip below the trees, casting an amber glow over everything. Still unable to entirely register what had happened here today, Marshal turned and headed back home. Mitsuko had given him a lot to think about, and had possibly even opened doors neither him or Coronamon knew existed yet.
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