[Entry] Vorpal

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*Vorpal's hanging out on the back porch of Clara's house, sprawled out on the stairs with one leg tucked up close and the other stretched in front of her; sitting in her lap is a new guitar -- acoustic, the electric one chilling in her room since there's no power cord long enough to bring it outside -- and next to her on the grass is a bag filled with fish she's gathered around the city, mostly as a gift for Gluttony if she can entice him to come around, but she's up for other company, quietly playing her music*

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[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

*still hanging around Clara's property... not that there aren't plenty of fish lying around in other parts of the city, but she doesn't throw rocks at him while he's foraging... is out behind the house working his way through a carpet of Siamese fighting fish when he catches Vorpal's scent... goes around front to stare at her some more* ...Hello Dead Thing Vorpal! *cocks his head, listening to the music, and blinks at her guitar*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*looks up at him with a grin, giving the guitar a final strum with a flourish before resting her arm over its frame lazily* 'Sup! How you doing, big guy? *she pats the stairs next to her* Want to sit?

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

*blink, headtilt, blinkblink... grin* ...Gluttony is eating a lots of dead fishies! *blinks at the stairs, then sort of shrugs and ambles over, plopping down next to her and blinking at her*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Figured you were. Lots of 'em around, anyway. *looks up at the sky, almost warily as if expecting to see another shower of fish, even though the last has long since been gone* Brought you a gift, anyway. *gestures to the fish sack*

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

...Lots? Only is Gluttony, Wrath, Envy right now, me think... yes? You see more? *slightly hopeful* ...For Gluttony? *grins, had been eyeing the fish* Thanks Dead Thing Vorpal! *clutches the sack to his chest*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Oh, no! Meant lots of fish about. Did run into Envy, though. Interesting fellow. *laughs, shifting a little on the stairs to get more comfortable* No problem. You know, you can just call me Vorpal.

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

((...Wow, wtf, in my foggy state I got Vorpal confused with Ran Fan. Wtf. Sorry about that.))

...Oh. Okay, Vorpal! *whatever the nice fish lady says... upends the sack into his mouth... as an afterthought, eats the sack, too... it tastes like fish*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's no problem. Figured the fastest way to a, uh, homunculus' heart was through his stomach. *amused, going back to fiddling with her guitar*

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

...Ehhhhh?! *looks down at his belly* DDDD: *is imagining being disemboweled*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Uhh... You okay, big fella?

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

...Through my stomach to my heart?! *gives her a slightly horrified look, covering his belly with his hands*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

No, no, no! *laughs, stopping playing again, clutching at her stomach* N-not like that! It's a saying! It's supposed to mean that's the easiest way to win a man over, by feeding him.

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

*watches her laugh, confused* ...Win a man over? *blinkblink*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Liiiike... Win his affection over? Or in this case, friendship. Kinda already like a guy, thanks.

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

...Friendship? *small, uncertain grin*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*smiling brightly back* If you wanna be friends.

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

*warm fuzzies* ...Okay! *grins bigger*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*that was easy* Well hey, great! Could always use more friends in this place.

[can-i-eat-it.livejournal.com]

Hee~! Yes, friends is a good thing! :DDDD

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*comes to join her, hands in his pockets* Can I join ya?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*grins broadly, motioning for him to sit down* 'Course! You think I'd say no?

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*shrugs and takes a seat next to her, scuffing his feet on the ground in nervousness* So can I try your new baby? *nods to the acoustic*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*carefully unslings the guitar from her shoulders, handing it with great care to Mal, though she knows it's in good hands* Treat her like you would your own. *smiles*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*takes it with the utmost care, setting the strap onto his shoulder and then resting the guitar lightly on the tops of his legs* It's beautiful. I started playing on one of these, when I was really young. *runs his thumb over the strings, plucking very lightly to test the sound*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah? *grinning brightly, looking over at him with twinkling eyes* Not half bad, if you don't mind me sayin'. If you ever wanted to play me something... *not so much a hint as a friendly suggestion, laughing happily*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*glowing smile* Alright. I know one that might work. *sets his fingers up and takes a breath, closing his eyes as he plays a rather slow, melancholy piece that he wrote a few months before*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*listens quietly, her eyes closed as she reaches to feel the music, fingers tapping on the denim of her jeans lightly as she catches the tune of his playing*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*opens his eyes about halfway through and sees that hers are closed; falters and stops halfway through, self-conscious* That one's - crap, I know. My stuff isn't usually this much shit.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*opens an eye, grinning at him lopsidedly in that casual way of hers* Are you kidding me? You gotta be kidding me. That was great!

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*bites his bottom lip, smiling modestly and shrugging* Thanks. Why don't you do one? *handing the guitar back, delicately*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Sure! *takes her guitar back, readjusting the strap and tuning the instrument as she speaks* I ain't much for writin' my own stuff, but I've picked up a few good ones from travelin'. This one's pretty good, I think you might like it. Much happier. *grins widely*

*after a couple more seconds tuning, she strums once before tapping her foot, getting the rhythm down and starting into the guitar part before belting out, voice strong* I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep...

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*grins as she sings, nodding his head along with the beat and taking in her style of playing*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*caught up in the moment and before she even realizes it is finished with the song, face flushed and laughing* ...Sorry 'bout that.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

That was fuckin' hardcore! *laughs too, clapping his hands in a delighted way* Damn, you're a good singer. I knew I was bad, but I didn't realize I was that bad!

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*blushing brightly, ducking her head with a pleased grin* Aw, c'mon. I play better than I sing, anyway. And don't go doin' that to yourself! You sing just fine.