[ whatever cold, sturdy material they fashion warriors from is the opposite of amadeus's make — the flashy, artsy, delicate stuff — but he's assigned a spot on the night guard for his keen ability to hear noises miles from them.
the nuckelavee were a frightening sort, though. not for their ugliness or their fearsome bloodlust, but their ear piercing scream. for a musician with sensitive hearing like his, being incapacitated by the sound alone is real possibility.
so he plays a gentle strings solo, enchanting the air with a sense of calm and a barrier for his ears both. when saori approaches him, he doesn't miss a note, giving her a quick once over. ]
Oh? You're a Chimera, aren't you? [ was it rude to assume that? probably. ] I thought you had an affinity for fire magic – or is that something of a misconception?
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the nuckelavee were a frightening sort, though. not for their ugliness or their fearsome bloodlust, but their ear piercing scream. for a musician with sensitive hearing like his, being incapacitated by the sound alone is real possibility.
so he plays a gentle strings solo, enchanting the air with a sense of calm and a barrier for his ears both. when saori approaches him, he doesn't miss a note, giving her a quick once over. ]
Oh? You're a Chimera, aren't you? [ was it rude to assume that? probably. ] I thought you had an affinity for fire magic – or is that something of a misconception?