Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160808082721/@comment-26571677-20160811103633

The air echoed suddenly with the twangs and melodic plucking of a Guzhen's delicate strings. As Maple rounded the corner, she was suddenly struck by the image of a person, head bowed, playing a Guzhen, in the middle of an empty, dark street, lit by only a few flickering lamps on the road. Nobody was around, and the area was free and empty, a few cars dotted around, but eerily nobody else around, for the two of them were alone, and isolated.

Unbeknownst, the people in this area had been taken away by the RAINE troopers long ago, and these two figures were the only ones around for multiple kilometres in any direction. They were thorough, as ever.

The music continued to play, even as Alvadek caught Maple staring at her.

The song must go on, after all, no?

'''Finally! Something we can both agree on!'''

Yes, indeed, my otherworldly self.

'''Bah! Too many big words! Just play!'''

So she did, and the eerily sad music continued on, until finally, the last string was plucked, and the music died. The figure sitting at the Guzhen stopped for a moment, before looking up slowly, a faint smile on her face, at Maple.

"Don't you just love a good little song?"

Then, the lamps shattered, and from the dark, one could hear four blades of instant, sharp wind flying at Maple's neck, mixed with a cackle of delight.