middaeg | April Catching

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April Catching

Who: Elidibus + Various [Closed, semi-closed and potential Open]

When: Aereuer (April) First Half

Where: Witcher-Gang House, Harbor Orphanage,

What: Elidibus attempts to invade the set of Netflix original s-- video g-- book...? of the Witcher Cast With Apolog--Thank You cookies made by orphans. Piano lessons but also Kill Bill sirens might happen as Mira stumbles across Sora's piano teacher. Formats can be changed to match if desired!

Warnings: Nothing to note as of yet. This may change! This thread is for closed/semi-closed events so far. Open to suggestions for encounters both new and old CR flavor! PM or Discord! Also if you want to suggest your open thread, I'll be looking around for things to hop in on. Look for Comments for each thread.

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There is a knock on the door. On the step, a man who calls himself Ardbert patiently waits.

After a certain aborted attempt at discussion with Geralt it seemed and in fact was true that Elidibus had given up on pursuing the matter of getting information from the surly Witcher. There were others to talk to, overhear, and in general interact with that provide an ample volume of resource on the thoughts and feelings both Mirrorbound and Native, Monster and Witch have experienced in the aftermath of the Evergreen Circle events.

But as it happened a small series of events conspired to bring the Turnskin back to the forefront of the Ascian's mind. First, offhand references to the man and a female companion who were often patrons of the orphanage Elidibus had begun a job of teaching at. The man in question matched the description of Geralt to a T.

Then there had been an overheard conversation.

Which we are referring to as 'conversation' and going so far as to point out that Elidibus had in no way intended to eavesdrop (this time). But then, neither had roughly a half-block's worth of witnesses near and around the Coven's courtyard to the event. But what it had done was introduce an entire cast of characters adjacent to Geralt.

It wasn't the.... familial drama that caught the Emissary's attention, but rather the opportunities it could present. He had not lingered long at the Coven and there were several other matters to address before he sought to explore this matter more thoroughly. It is not as if he had showed up within a day of the public incident.

A few days later though more talk to the volunteers at the orphanage and a deftly suggested baking session had netted 'Ardbert' with a basket full of simple sugar cookies cut into shapes and sometimes decorated with frosting. Various levels of skill are clearly part of this latter part. But you know. Cookies made by orphans. The shapes are a cross-cut of this world and the shards of the world Elidibus knows. This latter is simply a product of whom he found to make the cutters in the first place but that's another story.

So nestled in with shapes of naga and harpy, moon and star are other shapes. An odd bird, some sort of... cactus with legs? A mostly ball-shaped creature with flames and grumpy face. And what look like some sort of crystalline quartz shape. The colors of frosting are sometimes correct. But all this revelation will need to be later. The basket is covered with fabric to protect the contents within.

Yennefer's absence in the home is expected. If she hadn't left, Geralt would have, and he knows, deep down, why she had done so on her own. Because of Cirilla. Except he thinks she doesn't realize that she holds equal importance to the girl (woman, now). Not that it's his place to tell her that.

Her missing presence stings nonetheless. Between Yennefer and his uncertainty around Ciri, it all leaves him on edge.

He is not, in fact, inside the house when the presents make a visit. He's returning from a ride, the clip-clop of hooves on cobblestone audible in the quiet neighborhood. He strolls forward with narrowed eyes as he spots a figure lingering at the front door. A familiar figure, he realizes, as he catches the scent in the air.

Geralt slings Roach's reins around a fence post to keep her tethered before he makes his way up the doorstep, appearing directly behind the man he knows as Ardbert—close enough that if Ardbert were to turn around, they'd be toe to toe.

"Can I help you?"

There is little reason not to turn around when the sound of hoofbeats is followed by the approach of footsteps. But yes, Elidibus--- Ardbert is a familiar figure. He no doubt knows he's being approached and has his attention split. It would, after all, be rude to simply turn away from the person who might answer the door if they reach him first.

Geralt reaches him first. And thus the man turns around without flinching and looks...up. He's not that much shorter but... yes, up. 'Can I help you' is better than 'fuck off'.

"It appears we meet again," Ardbert doesn't offer any apology and neither is he overly cheerful about it. He does bring the basket around to the periphery of this tense standoff by lifting it to shoulder height momentarily and subsequently lowering it again. "You may be familiar with a certain orphanage in the Harbor District? The children wished to send their gratitude for the assistance you and your friend have given."

Completely innocent here. There was not in any way a well-laid-out plan to serve as an excuse to visit.

Yeah. Appears so.

Look, Geralt's aware he was in a foul mood when they'd run into each other, though he still maintains Ardbert being an annoying little shit didn't help matters. He hasn't given much thought to their encounter since—and if they'd bumped into each other in yet another tavern, he'd have likely left things alone.

But they haven't. Ardbert is here, at his home, where there are currently three (two, for the time being; let's not go there) people of whom he's especially protective. Combined with the naturally territorial wolf inside him, this is the last thing he wants to deal with today.

"Funny." He hasn't budged from the porch steps. "I don't recall handing out directions to my home to the children. Or you."

A new home, on top of that. It's been only a month since he's taken to living here. And he doubts Yennefer has been advertising it, either—the friend he assumes Ardbert is referring to. If anything, Yennefer holds her cards even tighter than he does.

Not that he's hard to pinpoint if one were asking around: he stands out easily enough. But he's not fond of the idea of anyone asking around so they can come knocking on his door. Not even for...gifts of gratitude. Apparently.

Pity. Perhaps another tavern meeting at a better time would have made this encounter decidedly less awkward. Elidibus isn't going to apologize further in the genuine sense though it may have some token bearing in the next few minutes.

At the particular phrasing Geralt uses, 'Ardbert' offers something that's pretty close to being a self-deprecating half shrug and grin. "Well I admit some small investigation may have played its part when I learned about the connection," and probably a well-placed suggestion about making cookies for the nice wolf Turnskin and his lady friend. Which Elidibus probably had the children at the word 'cookies', "Perhaps consider it is not too difficult a task to find traces of a man of your stature in this city? Should one put their mind to it, anyway."

Yennefer and Geralt may have both held close cards but Mirrorbound do stick out. Particularly altruistic Mirrorbound. And Elidibus is capable of tracking someone down in much more difficult circumstances such as these. When he puts his mind to it.

Try not to eat the messenger anyway! Ardbert puts on a slightly more serious expression. "Look. I'm not trying to make trouble. Maybe I did notice there's some trouble around you right now." Yes. He was there... briefly. Lots of people were though. "...and thought the kids could cheer you up by baking you some cookies. If I happened to show up instead of sending a note, It's because I figured it might seem less threatening than a strange package waiting on your doorstep."

It's not really a lie. It probably would have been a lot more patently suspicious as just a box on the porch step. Still, for a messenger that doesn't want to be eaten, he's sure putting himself in the way of such risks, isn't he?

She can feel Geralt bristle through their bond as she walks up, almost shocked that the stranger hadn't been punched or thrown on his ass given her bonded's usual disposition to strangers at his door. But, where Geralt might not be used to someone seeking him out, it's quite familiar for Yen. At least, it used to be. She hadn't exactly been handing out her address to strangers here, but in a city of this size? Anyone could be found eventually.

Truthfully, she'd only planned to come by to pick up a few things. Hardly expected to find the beginnings of a possible mess on her doorstep. Last thing they needed was bloodshed in the front doorstep of the new house.

"While this house is far from an impenetrable fortress, it would be wise to announce your intent to visit beforehand as moods can vary drastically." Stepping a bit closer, she stands off to the side of Geralt, still not addressing him. Her tone takes on a hint of diplomacy, finally glancing at the cookies before roaming back up to the stranger's face -- doing her own quick assessment of friend or foe. "I apologize for your reception, we don't often have visitors."

Finally, her hand falls on Geralt's arm, gently urging him back to give the other man a bit of space. "Perhaps you'd be willing to join me inside for a moment and we can try this again."

Should she? Probably not. Anyone Geralt didn't trust really shouldn't go further than the door, but he'd also been an ass and she wasn't sure if the residual hurt and anger from their argument was influencing this reaction or if it was genuine. And in this moment? She didn't want to take the time to care. Better to handle it herself in case the stranger truly was just in the wrong place at the wrong time today. Especially if what she'd overheard was the truth.

Either way, if there was going to be an issue or this was a trick, might as well come to a head behind closed doors. After all, they've had enough public displays for a lifetime.

No? Because Geralt can't see any reason why the man would show up here, having obviously nosed around, other than to cause trouble. It doesn't help matters when Ardbert brings up that incident.

He's aware it was public. He's also aware most people aren't stupid enough to poke about it to his face, as an excuse to come bearing gifts unasked for.

His eyes narrow—and then his attention shifts, a few seconds before Yennefer announces her arrival. Breezing in, as she's wont to do. That's nice. Great timing. It's been a handful of days as they've orbited each other without crossing paths and now she shows up. (He knows Ciri wants them to talk and he's had—intentions. He may or may not have ventured near her old cottage once or twice. It's complicated.)

Her hand on his arm draws his gaze to her for a second before they return to Ardbert. He does not, in fact, give any space. He does reach over Ardbert's shoulder to push open the door—though the gesture is anything but welcoming. An electric tension hangs in the air, one that has nothing to do with the stranger at his door. It's easy for Geralt to simply presume she's invited the man in out of spite. And if she has, so be it. He's not in the mood to argue over something as petty as an unwanted guest.

Besides. He doubts Yennefer is in much of a generous mood, either. If Ardbert wants to keep overstepping while she's present, then it's his grave to dig.

Elidibus is a patient sort. And while he may uphold a mental attitude that an Emissary should never be attacked in civilized society, he would hardly put it past mortal man to neglect these basic courtesies.

In short, he was prepared to duck if things went pear-shaped. Which they were likely about to until Yennefer's timely arrival. Now apparently, matters were just awkward.

Mention of an impenetrable fortress does feel a bit extreme as a general comparison to the narrative and thus some thought is given to whether this explains some of Geralt's very up close and personal displays of territorial behavior. Of course, some is surely part of any lingering distrust for 'Ardbert's' motives and what he just brought up about the Very Public Affair. Still, it warrants some consideration.

The visitor would offer a nice physical greeting by way of an Eorzean-style bow but Geralt. Isn't. Budging. Any motion that requires a hand to the chest and a slight tilt forward is just not going to happen. Still, Ardbert seems calm, only turning his head and shifting his gaze rather than trying to look around the witcher's bulk. No sense in stirring things further with any motion that so much as hints of trying to 'get around' Geralt.

"So it appears." Sure he's on a porch and Geralt might be a step lower. But this doesn't change the fact their physical difference in height makes sure the visitor is speaking mostly into the Turnskin's shoulder. Yen might see his light blue eyes. Or the mop of short brown hair! "I assure that barring an emergency such plans will not go unannounced again. Though I am also aware I share no small blame for the reception beyond my unexpected arrival."

Sometimes diplomacy is about making a gracious concession. One where a further conversation on the doorstep might have been preferred before artful navigation to an indoor setting; at least in the exchange of names if not other appropriate greetings. But Elidibus did notice with a glance to the side that negotiations to have Geralt budge have started breaking down. When Yennefer suggests they move inside and start again and then the Turnskin reaches past 'Ardbert' to push open the door, there will be no argument about going inside.

"Ah, I did not mean to intrude so far today, but perhaps it would be for the best," comes the response. Before Geralt can consider plowing through the shorter man to enter the home, Ardbert turns calmly and precedes through the open door.

Maybe a bit more awareness and a glance about on entry to note possible exit strategy though. There is after all the fact that this is being taken off the street and out of the direct sight of witnesses. Honesty he hadn't expected to get this far today but certain successes must be balanced with the thought of cost.

There was a danger in making assumptions about what was allowed in civilized society when the concept of society could vary greatly. What was allowed to pass as acceptable even varied from court to court. It was a fine dance to learn if you had the time and patience. Yennefer no longer held that patience and she wasn't sure Geralt ever had.

Especially when he was already on high alert.

There was no need for someone else to get hurt because they struggled at communication. She lets the energy crackle between herself and Geralt, meeting his gaze, but not acknowledging anything. She masks her warring emotions, still struggling with finding the balance in the shared blame and where her faults started and his ended. Especially when they're both too stubborn for their own good, content to stand in their own way if it means maintaining some illusion of control.

Her heaved sigh of mild annoyance at Geralt's unwillingness to move doesn't carry any malice, surprisingly enough. Just a slight edge of exhaustion. This is not why she returned to the house, but this situation was now hers to deal with. Best to make it quick so she can carry on with her day before they risk another argument.

Her hand drops from Geralt's arm as she slips in front of him to follow their guest. There's no glance backward to see if he follows, uncertain if that would be wise. Instead, she speeds up her pace to get in front of Ardbert to guide him to the kitchen rather than allowing him to wander too much. She gestures to a small breakfast nook by a large window overlooking the garden or into the more formal dining room, also with large picture windows and a set of glass doors pointed towards the stables. Her hand moves again and a small fire comes to life, Yen refilling a kettle as she gathers a few supplies for the tea.

"Make yourself comfortable."

This is also not how he anticipated seeing Yennefer again. He just wants to go inside and let this play out how it will. His dislike of Ardbert is simply that: a man he'd rather not deal with at any point, because it's a waste of his time. He has little room in his life for relationships of no value. But he's not concerned about whether Yen can handle him or not. She can handle just about anyone.

The door locks behind him as he follows up the rear. Jaskier isn't here, nor Ciri, which is for the best.

"Not too comfortable."

It's clear Geralt has no intention of joining them for their chat; he's already moving towards the winding stairs that lead to the upper landing. He'll talk to Yennefer after. If either of them are in the mood for that, in any case.

He plans on eavesdropping, though. Not that it takes much for him to overhear a conversation.

Of course, there was danger in making that assumption. Hence the clause. Elidibus turns that patience to nearly every pursuit. Though that's not to say he never makes errors.

Going with the flow of the conversation (and Geralt's general blockade) has led the Ascian into the home. Following further means journeying to the table with the barest moments to pause and look around. Which he does but only in the most casual seeming ways. As one might with mild curiosity for their surroundings.

"I will endeavor to make myself comfortable then. Though not overly so." Both so acknowledged, the man addressing himself as Ardbert settles into a chair at the table. The cookies are left approximately in the middle of the table. They will be decent cookies, the sort you would expect well-supervised children to make. And since they are a gift he naturally won't be touching them.

Unless they are offered with tea.

Elidibus's attention follows Geralt retreat to the stairs. He's not fooled into thinking the man won't stick around. Though he does have to consider whether there is some politeness involved in the fact the witcher is not breathing down his neck during this slightly extended visit. His attention shifts to the window wherein a view of the stables are presented.

"I envy you," he remarks in the form of small talk while Yen goes through the process of teamaking. "I too have a steed, though not the facilities to stable her where I live." It is a pity but can't be helped. Renting a stables service is the best he can do for now. Though it's probably for the best. Elidibus sometimes isn't sure when Lahabrea would be joking or not regarding the potential edibility of amaros.

Edited 2021-05-25 03:09 (UTC)

If Yen could roll her eyes harder at Geralt's distinct efforts to make the other man feel like an imposition, she'd likely fall over. Geralt in a mood is often already enough to deal with most days, doubly so when she was the cause. This particular hurt had been festering and left unmanaged for longer than either of them should have allowed. But, old habits die hard and she'd needed space. It didn't mean she was unhappy to see him well. Managing without her just fine. Good.

Without giving Geralt another thought as he goes up the stairs, aware he likely hasn't gone far, she brings a flame to life quickly in the kitchen, filling and placing the kettle quickly to start on the tea.

"It was part of the decision when choosing a home. While we don't require something quite so large for ourselves, the convenience of being able to keep a horse or two nearby and safe was a draw." Pulling out a few assorted bags of loose tea, she sets them out as attention fully shifts to him for a moment. "Do you prefer a black tea, something herbal, or perhaps a more flowery aroma?"

At least the man in question seems to be composed about the whole ordeal. Elidibus is watchful and likely cognizant that there's yet another layer of tension in the undercurrent of Yen and Geralt's interaction that does not have to do with his presence.

But the former's reception is at least polite and open for conversation, even if it begins with small talk. The man calling himself 'Ardbert' offers a brief nod on principle for the explanation about cottage life choices. "Had my Bonded not yet established himself, I would have preferred such quarters as these. Yet living with him has proven to be the better decision. And the public stables are sufficient for my needs."

Oddly he hesitates a moment when the decision of tea type is presented. Finally he offers, "I commonly drink black tea. Yet I would not be opposed to trying something new. If you have a suggestion I would be grateful."

Let it not be said that Elidibus did not take advantage of a situation to ~~try a new tea flavor~~ make use of his host. The monster.

She barely bites back a comment about living arrangements and why this move had really been more of a necessary one. Living with others wasn't her usual choice but this place didn't really account for what she wanted most days.

Slender fingers pause over her assorted collection, a corner of her lip curling up a bit as she hovers over a newer blend she'd picked up. "Then how about a bit of both." Once unboxed, the blend itself is beautiful - dried lilac petals and a few other flowers, hints of orange and bergamot oil, and black tea. The dried petals catch the light a bit as they tumble into the teapot, splashing a bit as they hit the water. Part of her wants to ask about his bonded, considering she'd made the move with hers without too much of a fuss, but her circumstances were... unique.

And she wasn't in the market to do the advertising for those who run this city for the residents to willingly upgrade. As she sets the teapot on the fire, she smiles - a little tight. But kind.

"Forgive my manners, Yennefer of Vengerberg." She gives a soft inclination of her head, slowly making the move to redirect the conversation to why he chose to arrive with a plate of cookies. Something her tone might give away to anyone who knows her intimately should Geralt still be so intent on eavesdropping.

There are several things Sora will have learned since the man calling himself Ardbert began teaching at the orphanage. On the matter of subjects that do not need a Gearadagas specific origin story, he knows a lot. Math, some science, combat, creative thinking, and of course music.

Elidibus isn't a teacher in the conventional sense, but he has had to guide and mentor countless times in the past and...

Well, okay. So he has been a teacher, among other things.

And as time went on he was able to add basic common sense and Aefenglom centric lessons. Reading and writing or daily life lessons. He's even been seen helping the children bake cookies at one point; something about a thank you gift to some of the semi-anonymous patrons of the orphanage. Elidibus does not seem to mind the children and has somehow managed to find a balance of good behavior and interest in lessons.

A lot of this has to do with many of said lessons incorporating many ways to exercise boundless energy but sssh don't tell the kids they're being gently guided by a master manipulator. They're having fun.

Today is about music lessons though. Specifically Sora's piano lessons. There's probably been at least a few before life turned pear-shaped in the middle of Feoveuer and the recovery period of Mareuer. These lessons are good ones. Fair but thorough and 'Ardbert' has shown infinite patience with imparting not just the part of playing the piano, but how to read music itself. Our young Keyblade Master will not be permitted to just play from memory! Lessons come with homework, a practice board was made at some point (the sort you practice finger placement on when you don't have your own piano), and the good-natured warrior does expect timely attendance, barring crazy kidnapping plots and needing to pause everything to save the day.

Other children sometimes come to watch the lessons (some have lessons in groups or on their own at other times) but for the most part, these sessions are done when the orphans are doing chores, chaperoned by other volunteers, or otherwise distracted. Which means today, as lessons are getting back to normal, Elidibus is found doing what he generally does just before lessons. Namely playing the piano himself. Any number of pieces from his world. Ones he remembers. Ones he doesn't realize he remembers. Maybe even bits he has simply made up.

Given the millennia of experience, he has yet to go through every playable piano piece in his repertoire so repetition hasn't happened. But depending on who is listening? There might be something familiar, given the various origins both modern and ancient.

While Elidi--er Ardbert still brings his fighting equipment on his days of work, it is of late not worn for any purpose other than those lessons. It is usually packed in the luggage of the grey-feathered bird mount he calls an 'amaro'- named Filia, yes he has given rides to the children, no to flying rides and yes to lessons on handling beasts including the ever patient bird- and stored in a safe place when combat training isn't on the immediate agenda. Given the warming spring weather his attire choices are a long sleeved brown turtleneck, dark pants, boots and thin gloves when not playing the piano but his overall appearance of short brown hair and a clean-shaven jaw have not changed.

[Sora really doesn't mind Ardbert around! He's a lot of help with the kids and the little ones seem to really be taking to all their new little classes and lessons. Sora is even picking up a few things here and there. The vices of having been out of school since he was about thirteen! But Ardbert has been nothing but a good idea and Sora really has no other reasons to think differently about that. The more help with the orphanage, the better.

Music classes seem to be Sora's favourite. Leaning the piano is a lot of work and Sora's pretty sure his fingers don't stretch far apart enough to hit all the keynotes but hey-! He's doing his best!]

Hey, Ardbert! Is it that time again?

[Sora greets with a wave. The kids are all running about but Sora is excited. It's going to be a busy day since he's expecting Mira to stop by at some point as well. Busy busy!]

[Excellent. Not everything Elidibus does is sinister after all!. Whether the eventual motive is dubious may be in question. But that does not mean these children will not learn and grow in a positive way through his methods. Sora will too if he's picking up lessons he lost out on. 'Ardbert' seems to simply adjust without question between whether the Keyblade wielder is there for lessons or to help with lessons.

Combat was also mixed in there. Not every child is suited for great huge axe style but the warrior seems to know a little bit about quite a few weapons. Given that Sora has some experience in fighting, he would have been given an offer of more advanced teaching and even light sparring, if he'd wanted.

But today is about music. What Sora is capable of through aptitude and physical form has been largely irrelevant. Ardbert has never made the teen feel inadequate because of any lacking trait. Like different forms of combat or various sundry lessons, the man teaches Sora in a way that fits what he's capable of. He also does seem to appreciate the good attendance record.

The tune is wrapped up and the man calling himself Ardbert stands up and turns to face the new arrival with a smile that had only just been allowed to show on his features.]

It is. I hope you have been practicing your drills. I thought I might grant you something of a challenge today.

[He steps away from the bench to make room for Sora. Who will see sheet music resting on the stand. It has clearly been written in the neat style Ardbert uses when he's copying basic piano pieces by hand. This one however is a little more... shall we say intermediate. Also new. Well in the sense that he has not played it yet.]

There is no wrong way to approach this. [He seems amused momentarily.] Well, so long as you do approach it.

(OOC: Credit goes to this guy for inspiration of what piece to use! Timestamped to piece in question. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2Ch4Ighbk4&t=1411s)

[Sora peeks over at the music that's given with a curious little tilt of his head. Long rabbit ears twitching as he tries to decipher the notes.]

Wha- are you sure? This looks way harder than what I can do!

[As he's still a big beginner, playing notes with the younger kids sometimes and listening in on lessons or trying his own when he can! There's no way he feels silly about that but he's not sure he can play this... But hey- doing his best.]

Okay... I guess I'll give it a try.

[So he moves to sit down and tries the first few notes. At least it's a slower song! Kinda sad sounding...]

[It is true. The piece is beyond that level. But his mentor only offers a faint smile and gestures with a hand for Sora to begin. Which the young puca needs no urging for. No doubt it will have mistakes. Plenty of them. But it's like he said in the beginning. There is no wrong way to approach it except not to approach at all.]

There is no need to rush or meet the time signature. What you and the children have learned, however minor it seems, has given you a foundation of the basics. Just as I showed you techniques to practice which can improve your swordplay.

[Elidibus knows he's probably making it harder to keep track of music and the notes on the keyboard by speaking. That's fine too.]

Try to follow the sheet music while playing the song. When you miss a key, begin again. There is enough complication in the piece that it should take you a while to commit it to memory and be able to look away from the sheets.

[Honestly, it's probably a little bit beyond what would be needed for that. But 'Ardbert' is patient and Sora has shown he's nothing if not willing to try. The puca is offered a faint smile.]

While you may not accomplish this in one day, I am certain it is within your capacity to learn it. I will be here to guide you throughout.

[Sora really does try his best, though. Even if it sounds like a sort of sped-up version of sad hot crossed buns he's reading the notes decently enough. But he does have to start over a few times- over and over.]

Oh-! Haha, you would compare piano playing to using a sword, huh? [He grins at Ardbert.] When you miss a step you've got to try again?

[Luckily he's pretty sure if he misses a step in a song that he won't get stabbed for it... Well, Atlantica might have some other ideas...]

But, thanks. This is really fun! I want to get it right even if it might take me a while!

[Having it sound like sad hot-crossed buns (sped up) is much better than sad twinkle-twinkle-little-star. Because that would be an entirely different song.

As Sora turns to grin toward Ardbert, he'll see the faint reassuring smile Elidibus had put on his host's expression has grown a little. Unbidden, unaware of the fact it seemed to briefly bring life to the light blue eyes. A spark of real amusement even a bit of enthusiasm.]

There is so much that benefits from a set of basic skills. Whether it be sword skills or piano playing. Even the gathering of knowledge needs fundamentals. Even then having a foundation is just the beginning.

[It's a little bit different from his usual light-hearted or good-natured expressions. There's always something present that could be taken as a hint of sadness that laughter doesn't quite wash away or seriousness that never really gives way. Or a small gap between Ardbert and his surroundings that never seems to completely connect. Until that moment. Briefly.]

When you can read music, you can write it. When your stance is firm in swordplay, you can more swiftly follow through with a second attack and not be knocked off-balance. If you know the basics of the knowledge you seek, it's harder to overlook a detail about it. From there rises composition, seamless integration of new strategy and maneuver. The unique perspectives...

[By this time Sora probably had turned back to the piano, right? Well for a moment the man calling himself Ardbert falters. He looks a little confused as if only now realizing that he had experienced... what? A relatable moment? With a mortal? Elidibus shakes his head. He continues and he still smiles faintly, but the fleeting connection and enthusiasm are gone.]

The perspectives of others on the knowledge you seek to understand are important. As I'm certain you have had a chance to experience in your life before coming to this world.

[He really had put Sora through the wringer that first time sparring, metaphorically speaking. But better to learn what he had to work with. Which probably turned out to be a lot of different sword styles, right?

Looking at you Sora with your jump swing swing swing, dodge roll jump, super glide, (Lightning!) swing swing past.]

Edited 2021-04-13 03:41 (UTC)

[The door opens slightly as someone peeks their head in. Now Mira wasn't one who liked to interrupt a lesson but someone should probably have some food.]

Sora?

[Her focus is mostly on Sora and not the other adult in the room as she moves closer with a small basket in her arms. Give her a minute.]

I didn't know if you needed lunch so I wanted to make sure you had some. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything.

[He'd been about to snicker and tease Ardbert for being such an egghead. Teaching Sora piano with sword analogies is funny to him but effective! Sora's always learned swordplay all on his own, creating a ruthless and effective style all with his own trial and error. So he appreciates the comparison. He's never really had a formal teacher ever.]

Haha, I sure did-

[But then there's the sound of the door and Sora turns to it with a grin.]

Mira! Hey! You're not interrupting anything! I was just going over some piano lessons. Don't tell Vanitas yet, okay?

[He looks from Mira to Ardbert.]

Ardbert, this is Mira. Mira, this is Ardbert, he's been helping out as a tutor around here at the orphanage!

[Hey now, Sora has been benefitting a lot from this eggheaded rendition of Ardbert.

That to an aside, Elidibis has often found overly energetic adolescence in promising hero form easy to teach by comparing the lesson to something with a lot of action involved. Or at least engaging in lessons involving the favorite past time. Fortunately Sora is enthusiastic about nearly everything.]

Just as long as you don't get overly confident during our next spar.

[A very familiar, very Ardbert toned voice from the other adult in the room. He turns from his position by Sora's seat at the piano to look at the new arrival with interest. Just a hint of calculation is schooled away long before Sora turns to the matter of introductions, and there is a friendly enough expression present.

Elidibus has also become practiced in little mortal mannerisms in his few months here in Aefenglom, so he no longer stands there like a calm pillar with hands to his sides. There are normal gestures to go with his words.]

Mira? A friend of Sora's are you? Well, I'm sure the piano can use a break even if he isn't hungry. [Yes he said the piano. There is a slight pause.] Again.

[Elidibus HAS been teaching Sora for a bit now. And a bunch of orphaned children. He has probably been experienced a crash course in the nutritional needs of mortal adolescence.

The room seems to be a place for all the music related functions in the orphanage but it also plays double or triple functions as a classroom or meeting area. So there are tables and chairs available. Ardbert gestures in their direction.]

We should continue a little longer after, Sora. I'll just write down some pointers to go over while you chat and eat.

[She seemed vaguely familiar to Elidibus. Had they passed on the street? Or perhaps a brief description. Hmm Setting himself politely apart would give him a moment to think on it.

He definitely doesn't recognize her.]

[Everything appeared to be normal and she had planned to head back to work after dropping off Sora's lunch. But it's when he introduces her to someone that she's very familiar with that Mira cannot help but get an odd feeling.

She's already gotten used to those from the Source and beyond to not know her; a little lonely but what else is new.

But there's more to it. The fact that Mira cannot take it at face value because of what she had seen in the mirror...she knows Ardbert's soul rests within hers now but he's here right now. Not to mention that the last thing she remembers from her part of the universe is that someone else is running around in Ardbert's body and more than happy to create more Warriors of Light.

But who is in that body: a comrade or the last remaining Unsundered? And no, she isn't going by the clean shaven as a reason.

Mira has to be sure that her hunch is correct and she isn't damning the actual innocent himbo. It wouldn't hurt to...test it a little?]

Ardbert yes? I suppose a mother type seems to be a much more accurate description. 'Tis nice to meet you.

[And she extends her fist out to him, letting it stay still. If this is Ardbert, he'd know what to do. Or if Elidibus paid attention.]

[There is some sort of feeling in the air as soon as all three of them are in the room. Sora can't really place it but his ears do seem to twitch like he feels something zipping between all three of them. But as he doesn't know about the details of Mira's homeworld he can't really tell what it is. And Ardbert's been nothing but a good tutor so far.

Still, Sora's sensitive rabbit ears twitch and fold back slightly. He smiles nonetheless.]

Yeah sure, I think it's about time for a lunch break! I'm starving. Thanks a lot, Mira.

[He looks at Ardbert. He quips with an easygoing note,]

Mira's the mother type person that me and Vanitas live with.

[Well this is an interesting predicament. But good call on not going for the clean-shaven thing. After all, maybe Ardbert's adaptation to Aefenglom had called for a cleaner appearance! It is also wise of her to act as if this is their first time meeting. Though Elidibus has no reason to think Mira is from his corner of the multiverse, so to speak, there is a sense that he's more alert when the focus is turned to introductions. It is prudent to be cautious. Not to mention, 'mother figure' tends to add a layer of significance that goes beyond friendship.]

Ah, I see! Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mira. [Sora probably knows 'Ardbert' has a 'lesson' dialect and a 'social' dialect... so to speak. He's often a lot less formal (if still a bit archaic) when speaking to strangers particularly. And as usual, he seems to have switched to this mode when addressing Mira. The warrior doesn't seem particularly confused by Sora's explanation. Some form of context has probably been mentioned before even if details are extremely lacking. Elidibus regrets not having delved further into the matter.] It's good to meet someone whom Sora holds in high regard.

[When it comes to the outstretched arm, however, the man calling himself Ardbert seems puzzled. Elidibus is somewhat at a loss. While he has been in Aefenglom long enough to pick up on the nuances of greetings which mortal kind tend to use amongst themselves, this is not something within the bounds of a normal gesture between strangers meeting for the first time.

It is also not the gesture which the Warrior of Light from his timeline had used to smoke him out as distinctly 'not Ardbert'.

For just a moment, the man's pale blue eyes shift toward Sora to see if the youth finds the gesture odd in context to the situation. He'll be watching for expressions and tells from those long ears which seem on alert. Then he looks back toward Mira and offers in a somewhat sheepish tone while reaching out a hand. He clenches then unclenches as if trying to decide between a handshake or similar posture to Mira.]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that type of greeting. How does it go again?

[Definitely not Ardbert. But at least Elidibus has learned it isn't a sign that Mira's arm is broken.]

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[She's stunned by his admission but it only makes her suspicion grow. After all, Ardbert was the one who showed her this when she needed it the most; that he would go with her and give her his strength.

The only reason why she doesn't think he's Elidibus from the get go is because she knows about time being weird so she holds back that judgement. Still going to test him a bit more.]

Oh. Well you see, it goes like this.

[She brings her other arm to her and connects her knuckles together. She shrugs sheepishly as she then brings her arms down.]

I suppose you wouldn't remember. After all, this place has the means to pluck those from different times and different versions of the same star. I didn't want to startle you instantly you know? Awkward and all that.

[She is hinting at the idea that she knows 'Ardbert' but is clarifying that due to this place, timey whimey bullshit happens. She's used to not being recognised after all so memories can be awkward. But Mira isn't playing around, not when it comes to Sora.]

['Ardbert' is watchful and alert. With perhaps a touch of caution underpinning his interest in the style of greeting. Though he does glance briefly down at his own hand and balls up a fist as if committing the explanation to memory it is clear he won't reach out. Particularly with Mira not repeating the outstretched arm herself.]

I see! My apologies, Mira.

[Elidibus does ponder the matter. It seems an odd sort of greeting, but he's surely witnessed countless cultures perform stranger. Surely, even if he doesn't remember many of them clearly.

...

He looks up again with a pleasant grin and a somewhat unguarded expression listens. His eyes widen a trifle. Then narrow.]

Wouldn't remember...?

[And Mira herself speaks of other times and places. What troubles Elidibus has with his memory do not apply to his time spent in Aefenglom. He clearly remembers another conversation wherein he used the excuse of other times and different variations to neatly mislead a Warrior of Light for a time. With it comes realization and the spark of another memory, this one outlining a basic description.

One which Mira fits.]

Ah. So you are the other one.

[The voice of Ardbert doesn't change. Elidibus still sounds like the man. But his manner of speech begins to lose the real Ardbert's idioms and patterns. It's not as if he's unaware that he's in the middle of the orphanage after all. His expression calms. For Sora, it may seem perfectly okay. Elidibus tends to have a more somber air about him when giving private piano lessons. Though he does usually offer a faint smile- even this expression has melted away to a straight-lipped seriousness.]

I ask that you indulge me, Warrior of Light. I would have this discussion be private. [A glance is cast toward Sora.] ...For those already present.

[A hand is raised, fingers spread in an unfortunately familiar enough gesture. Though Elidibus has not mastered this world's magic enough to be completely free of a need to chant, other habits remain. A read of the intention is easy enough. This world translates all languages to their common tongue for universal understanding. Although the utterances may be a language of eld, the details of the spell are heard. 'Let this room be enshrouded from prying eyes. Let sound not escape. Let those who near move pass as though it does not exist.' There is no hint that any are prevented from leaving or- technically speaking- entering. It will simply make it difficult at best to eavesdrop.

Of course, he can be prevented from finishing the cast. Would either act to do so, though?]

[And so the mask finally falls so to speak. If she were honest, Mira was hoping that it was Ardbert and not the Unsundered before her. But luck isn't on her side she guesses. This would be the time when it would be best to get ready for a battle but something in the dark knight's mind makes her not want to do so. Perhaps it was there for awhile but she never knew what to call it up until now. She knows she has issues with both of the elder gods of Hydaelyn and Zodiark and a big concern of just being a cog in a bigger machine without a name or face to Her but this overwhelming feeling of simply having enough of all the garbage from her star and this one.

Mira is Tired. And perhaps that plays a part in it. Instead she raises her hand up a little and speaks.]

There's no need to do that. No one here is going to care about what has occurred prior to our arrivals. Best to have it out in the open instead of trying to constantly hide a secret if it's not needed.

[All she uses is words, no other amount of force is needed. If Elidibus simply wants to talk then it's only fair that Mira gives it a shot.]

I would ask you to indulge me. My concern is not of our past but, of the present.

[This doesn't appear to be a matter of stubbornness but of practicality. There are undoubtedly matters that need to be discussed which, if overheard, likely will impact his current ~~schemes~~ ventures. Better to worry about that if Mira decides to let them know after this discussion than let it cost him a great deal of progress.

There's only so much an outsider would ignore about prior history if it was revealed a known schemer of Elidibus's nature had taken to teaching an orphanage full of children. Also, he would be troubled to find another stable source of income, odd jobs or no. So the spell is set with the aforementioned parameters. Sora is included in the conversation but those outside should pass by without hearing anything.

And once it does, the Ascian drops the last facade of Ardbert's voice and a limited act of a personality to address Mira.]

It should not be difficult to understand the advantage such a facade might still possess.

[A distinctively different voice yes. But if any present have especially acute hearing they might take note that this is no literal change but a masterful mimicry. Aefenglom has trapped Elidibus in this body and stripped him of his former glory. And while like this, Ardbert's normal voice is the default. He has to work to present himself as the Emissary of the Convocation of Fourteen.

Which of course he will. Pride demands it.]

Let us then speak, Warrior of Light. [Momentarily his gaze shifts to Sora. Now there is no sense of danger right now, but there is the tension detected in the air and the sudden shift from a quiet but possibly good-natured 'mortal' to a very old being with a distinctly different voice might be disconcerting. And the Ascian is dangerous in general. Elidibus looks back to Mira.] Shall I introduce myself anew to your charge? Or would you care to impart your knowledge on the matter?

[That... was almost humor.]

Very well. And I'd prefer my name over the title if you do not mind.

[It's been awhile since she was called 'Warrior of Light' or even 'Hero' but that last one feels much more sour thanks to Emet-Selch. If anything, she's gotten very anxious about any type of title involving heroics and her realization that she didn't care for them so much. She didn't want to be simply known as Hydaelyn's weapon which was why she was doing all she could to help others that didn't involve cutting someone down.

Besides, she's suuure that people will think someone teaching orphans their letters and numbers will cause great harm. Well, the rich might but the last time they tried to do something, an entire family got executed for torturing innocent people because of their stance on Mirrorbound.]

Best if you do; it would mean more coming from you than a second hand source.

[You're here Elidibus, you can tell Sora. Watch him still have good thoughts once hearing everything.]

Of course. Though I felt the current circumstances would warrant it.

[After all, he is about to give his title. It is all a matter of formality.

'Ardbert' turns to regard Sora with a somber expression. And when he introduces himself a hand is raised and a glyph is brought into being. Imagery and illusion, but pride had demanded he take the time to learn at least this much.]

I borrowed the name and visage of the true Ardbert in the past. And continued to do so here as this Star saw fit to confine me to this vessel. My true identity is Elidibus. I am the emissary bearing the word of the true God.

[The glyph fades. It was a short duration spell.]

Though we seem to come from differing possibilities of our Star's past and future, the goals of Mira and myself stand in opposition. I will not make excuses for my deception, nor fault you, should you hold enmity toward me for it.

[Of course there's more to the story. But the meat of an introduction is done. It leaves room for questions. But first Elidibus glances momentarily toward Mira to include her.]

Nor will I pretend I would not have used this guise even were it not part of my current prison. Regardless of my anger to this star, I do not plan to let it drag me down with its demise. To such ends, I will contribute my aid.

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This Took So Long! ;o;/

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Piano Lessons [Closed to Mira Chambers and Sora]

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5.2 spoilers

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So sorry this is so late! ;_;

sorry this is late XD

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