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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:45 pm
A typical classroom, to teach music for all ages. A baby grand piano sits in the center of the room. With several chairs encircling the beautiful instrument.
In shelves along the walls, are all sorts of string instruments, wind instruments. On the opposite side of the room, in a corner were the percussion instruments all lined up. Along with the chimes and xylophone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:58 pm
Erik's troubled mind was tearing him apart. Both mentally and physically. To a point whereas he wanted to break down and cry. Erik, hardly ever cried. The last time he did was when his parents and wife perished from this plane of existance. He found himself wandering the empty hallways of the mansion. A blank expression written across his hard and aged features. He didn't dare let anyone see him, in such a state. He know he needed to speak with Charles. As well as with Rogue. However, now wasn't exactly the time to do so. Somehow making it into the kitchen, and boiling up a pot of Earl Grey tea, to help calm his nerves. Closing his eyes, while stirring in the cream and sugar, he some how managed to make it back out into the long, dark hallway. Leading to no where special. Somehow coming across the musical department. He stopped long enough to stare at the door long and hard. Looking to the right and left, before opening the door with a simple gesture of his hand. The metallic door knob turning on it's own as it swung open slowly. Entering inside, he turned on a light switch, visually seeing the entire room. His eyes locked in on the piano, sitting at the dead center of the room. Hearing a song, singing forth from his mind, his body moved towards the baby grand. Holding the cup of hot tea in his left hand, his right hand glided along the smooth black surface of the instrument. Drinking some of his hot tea, he set down the saucer and tea cup along a small table near by. His aged fingertips making their way along the hinged cover, covering the ivory and onyx keys. Lifting the cover, his fingertips guided along the keys. He didn't have any sheet music before him, as he pulled the bench closer towards the piano. Checking the tones of this beautiful masterpiece before him. Playing a few notes, to make sure the instrument was finely tuned. Which it was. Someone here must play the piano as well, to keep it finely tuned he thought. Closing his eyes as he took in a breath, his mind made his fingers work magic along the ivory keys laid out before him. Letting out a deep breath, as his fingers gently stroked the keys. The music he started to play, were the notes he heard in his mind, heart and soul. Ludwig Van Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata[[ He was playing, Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - from memory. Wrong artist, not Mozart my bad. ]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:11 pm
" Hello Erik" , Beast said as he strolled down the hall ." Is that Mozart i here in the background ? " , Beast asked. He waited for Eriks reply
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:16 pm
Erik opened his eyes to see Beast was in the room, as he nodded in greeting towards the man. Still playing the music. Shaking his head slowly as he whispered, "No, Beast. It's Beethoven." It was a very long song. Not something to rush through.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:21 pm
Beast said " Well Erik , this is a nice setup you have here. You love music like how i love Books if Charles is alright with it I may open up a library, for the young ones to learn a bit about history.
Beast then walked over to Erik giving him a handshake.
Beast then parted ways and left the room.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:05 pm
Xavier needed a break. He had been doing paper work all morning and afternoon. He began to stroll the halls looking for students or faculty. He heard a piano playing in the background.
He slowly rolled toward the beautiful music. It had been awhile since he heard that piece without rush. In fact, he remembered it like it was yesterday.
-Sometime after WW2-
A young Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr have a drink to celebrate their new hospital for war torn victims. Two ladies giggled at their very words. Lensherr woo'ed the ladies and sat at the piano. What came from that man next could have possibly been better than hearing the original performance.
-Present-
Charles opened his eyes and he peaked inside to see Mr. McCoy and Erik inside. "What does an old man have to do to get a ticket to this private concert?" He gave a warm smile.
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Professor_CX Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:45 pm
iHankMcCoy Beast said " Well Erik , this is a nice setup you have here. You love music like how i love Books if Charles is alright with it I may open up a library, for the young ones to learn a bit about history. Beast then walked over to Erik giving him a handshake. Beast then parted ways and left the room. "Nice set up?" Erik responded with a question, more than an answer. Shaking his head slowly, as his eyes met back along the keyboard. "No sir, this room was already set up like this. I just figured, the long settled dust needed to be removed." A slight smirk escaped as he listened to Dr. McCoy speak, nodding his head slowly. "The young generation definitely need to be learning from books. Not from video games." Reaching up with his right hand, shaking Beast's hand. The music never stopped as he used his magnetic powers to keep the keys moving, while shaking the doctor's hand. Moving his right hand back down along the keys, to finish out the classic song.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:23 pm
Professor_CX Xavier needed a break. He had been doing paper work all morning and afternoon. He began to stroll the halls looking for students or faculty. He heard a piano playing in the background. He slowly rolled toward the beautiful music. It had been awhile since he heard that piece without rush. In fact, he remembered it like it was yesterday. -Sometime after WW2- A young Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr have a drink to celebrate their new hospital for war torn victims. Two ladies giggled at their very words. Lensherr woo'ed the ladies and sat at the piano. What came from that man next could have possibly been better than hearing the original performance. -Present- Charles opened his eyes and he peaked inside to see Mr. McCoy and Erik inside. "What does an old man have to do to get a ticket to this private concert?" He gave a warm smile. Erik couldn't resist as his smirk turned into an aged smile towards his old friend. Finishing up the music, he spun lightly on the stool turning his attention towards Charles. "By all means, old friend. You are always welcome to come in and listen." Erik reached up rubbing his chin, as he thought about the next piece to perform. His attention span was distracted as his blue eyes caught ahold of the organ across the way. His smile went crooked for a brief moment, as he glanced back towards Charles. Gesturing towards the organ in the corner, "For my next performance.... is a brillant musical master piece, created by J.S. Bach. I saved the best.. just for you Charles." Erik stated as he got up, moving away from the piano. Making his way towards the organ. As he took a seat along the bench, he listened to the sounds echoing quietly. As he fine tuned the large instrument before him. Finishing up the fine tuning, he turned to glance over his shoulder. Smirking. Adjusting the volume of the organ, to make sure he doesn't shatter any windows, due to the vibrations that will be emitted forth from the organ. Although he can't make any promises, that the walls won't vibrate. Placing his fingers above the three keyboards before him, whilst his feet hovered above the lower keyboard pedals. As soon as he started to play. The power behind the organ, definitely was made known as, Erik Lehnsherr played the mysterious piece of music, from the past. J.S. Bach - Toccata und Fuge BWV 565
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:52 pm
"I knew we had a lot of space, but a music hall?" Cal said as she entered the room. Her hair was coiled up in a bun on the back of her head, having just come from running around with the kids she baby-sat. She kicked off her shoes [for those who haven't noticed, she preferred to be barefoot] and set down her backpack, smiling. "Afternoon, Professor, Erik." She pulled her hair down and tucked the red tie away in her jeans pocket.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:16 pm
Cora Hellsing "I knew we had a lot of space, but a music hall?" Cal said as she entered the room. Her hair was coiled up in a bun on the back of her head, having just come from running around with the kids she baby-sat. She kicked off her shoes [for those who haven't noticed, she preferred to be barefoot] and set down her backpack, smiling. "Afternoon, Professor, Erik." She pulled her hair down and tucked the red tie away in her jeans pocket. Erik was writing music down on some paper, while fiddling with some notes on the piano. Lifting his head at the tender voice, calling him 'Professor Erik'. Quirking a brow, he turned around and gave a hearty laugh in response. "Professor Erik? That's new. And here... all I did, was unlock the door, turn on the lights. Dust a bit, and started to play a forgotton tune hidden amongst these walls." He smirked, "Music.... A forgotten langauge." Clearing his throat, he placed down the quill he was writing with, turning his full attention towards Cal. "So I take it, you found my invitation? Hmm?" He cleared his throat, as he made his way to the single boiling pot of hot tea sitting upon a small electronic burner near by. Laziness? Hardly. Erik just didn't want to trek constantly down towards the kitchen, where he'd have to mingle with all the loud children running amok. Manners these days, obviously didn't come with the instrution booklets that parents had, to educate their kids with. Then again, this wasn't particularlly a normal school, or normal children. Which he reminded himself of. Kids now adays, did what they wanted, when they wanted. And didn't care if anyone got hurt in the process. Manners and respect, Erik thought, needed to be implanted in these young minds. As well as the teachings of all sorts of arts. Music, just happened to be one of them. Not this rap crap that kids like. Actual music. He wondered if there was even a choir here. Perhaps at one point, back in the day there was a choir here. Pouring a cup of hot Earl Grey tea, he looked over his shoulder, "would the Lady Cal like some tea as well?" He wanted to be courteous in asking before just serving himself. A spot of cream and two lumps of sugar was added into his cup, as he stirred the contents with a silver spoon. He didn't particularly believe in using plastic. It always left a foul taste in his mouth. Lifting up the teapot, pouring the tea into a seperate cup, he placed it down upon a metallic rolling cart, with service to fresh cream, milk, sugar and short bread cookies. The metallic cart appeared to have a mind of it's own as it rolled it's way over towards Cal's side. Her cup already served, all she had to do was service herself to the additives if she so liked. Erik made his way back towards the piano, stiring his tea a little bit longer, before taking a drink. The drink just soothed his parched throat. Setting the stirring spoon down along the saucer, as he took a seat. He was pondering many things. Wondering what instrument he could take ahold of today, to play. The piano and organ had already been awakened from their long slumber. Perhaps one of the string instruments. Eyeing the corner were the cellos, bases, violins, and viola's rested.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 2:24 pm
While Cal was probably making her tea, or just surprised at the rolling metallic cart rolling it's way towards her. Erik got up and walked over towards the wall of string instruments. He even considered picking up a guitar. However, right now he just wanted to play the music that was orhestrating in his mind. Picking up a cello, fine tuning it there, as he thumbed the strings, listening to the pitch. Reaching down into the case for the bow, making sure it was well rosined. Tightening the horse hair along the bow, for the right strength he needed to play with. He moved back over to where the bench was. Adjusting the height of the cello as he tampered with a few more things. Coming to realize that his hair was getting in the way. He laid the cello down on it's side, while using a black ribbon, to tie back his long white hair, into a loose George Washington pony tail. Tossing it over his shoulder. He then reached downwards, picking up the neck of the cello, resting it against his left shoulder. His callused fingertips were about to get another work out, this one however, was with thicker wires. Thumbing and playing quietly to himself, still tuning the cello. He started off with this piece as a work out: Bach - Cello Suite No.2 iii-CouranteLetting a deep sigh escape, he went into another piece: Bach - Cello Suite No.1 i-Prelude[[ ooc-IRL I used to play the violin, piano, guitar and harp, in high school. I don't play as much as I used too. I didn't realize how much I missed playing music, until I started listening to classical music again, recently. Funny, how events in your life, can make you open up your eyes. ]]
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:02 pm
Sipping her tea straight, Cal shook her head ruefully. "I can't play to save my life," she said. "Singing, maybe, but I can't play." She took a seat on a chair and looked around the room. It was nothing like her experience had taught her to expect. The little school she'd attended in Loogootee hadn't had a separate room for music. The Plerican's had a music room, but the way it was laid out made it feel more like a den than a classroom. This was an entirely new experience to her.
As she opened her mouth to speak again, a loud crash shattered the silence. As Magneto flew from the room, Cal found herself frozen to the spot. If the roof had come caving in, it would have taken her too. Completely immobile, her mind raced with possibilities. Everything from a terrorist to a chemical experiment gone wrong. She went to her knees and put her head in her hands, reverting to the night in Ireland that changed her life.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:05 pm
Cora Hellsing Sipping her tea straight, Cal shook her head ruefully. "I can't play to save my life," she said. "Singing, maybe, but I can't play." She took a seat on a chair and looked around the room. It was nothing like her experience had taught her to expect. The little school she'd attended in Loogootee hadn't had a separate room for music. The Plerican's had a music room, but the way it was laid out made it feel more like a den than a classroom. This was an entirely new experience to her. As she opened her mouth to speak again, a loud crash shattered the silence. As Magneto flew from the room, Cal found herself frozen to the spot. If the roof had come caving in, it would have taken her too. Completely immobile, her mind raced with possibilities. Everything from a terrorist to a chemical experiment gone wrong. She went to her knees and put her head in her hands, reverting to the night in Ireland that changed her life. Magneto returned to the music department, where he left in haste. Opening the door, he found, Cal on the floor. Not understanding what took place with her. To find Cal, in a tucked position for safety reasons. A deepened frown, was already painted across his features, as he feared for the life of one he was going after, that took the Blackbird just then. He walked over towards Cal, placing his hands lightly against her shoulders, to capture Cal's attention, "Cal? Cal!" He stated in a calm voice before it switched to a firm, commanding one. He didn't have time for this. But he was making the time. He gave her shoulders a shake once again, to see if she'd respond. Apparently she was experiencing and reliving some sort of traumatic event that occured in her life. Something she'd have to explain to him later. He waited to see if she'd respond. Feeling the weight of the gold ring in his pocket, another soul that was calling out. "Cal. I know you can hear me. I will return. There is something I must do. I made a promise to one of your X-Men friends... a promise I cannot make a sacrifice in ignoring." Brushing some hair away from her forehead, he placed a gentle kiss upon her troubled brow. Something, Magneto had not done to anyone in a logn time. The last person he did that to was his daughter Wanda. He hated the fact he had to leave abruptly, yet again. This time he couldn't chance it. He didn't want to abandon Cal. And he was sure, that she'd think that he was doing such a thing. When he wasn't. He pulled away, letting his hand, stay along the side of her head for a brief moment. Turning on his heels, he made his exit out of the room.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:45 pm
After the memory had past and she came to, Cal found herself quite alone. She blinked a few times, trying to recall anything that had happened before. Ah, that's right. She shook her head and sighed. She really had to see Professor Xavier about toning down her reactions to the memories; they were really quite debilitating. Her fingers likely touched the place on her forehead Magneto had kissed. There was no understanding motive here. None at all. Cal went to gather her items and heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe she wasn't as okay as she'd diluted herself to believe. Joining the X-Men so soon after leaving the Zodiac and Ireland might be doing more bad than good. She stutter-stepped, almost dropping shoes. On impulse, she was decided. As she walked to her room, she sent a certain someone a text message: 'I'll meet you at the Eight Ball tomorrow at 7. No powers, no weapons, no back-up.'She turned back to the room and let a few bars slip: "Cold as the northern wind on December morning....." [ Enya's "Exile"] Before the echo had died away, she was gone.
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