Creation 14

[dodo_master]

[Phone! For the first time, Mayfield, have an irritated-sounding Cynric.]

Mayfield, I know that you send people home all the time, but if I am to remain here, can the interesting ones at least stay with me? It's not often famous composers of opera roll into your life, and that you might be given the chance to be the lead of the opera he is composing.

[A pause.] But that's the way things go. Even outside of Mayfield. Being permanently droned is the closest we have to death, after all.

If anyone had been getting voice lessons from Mr. Salieri, I would be glad to offer in his place. I have centuries of practice and knowledge so I know you will find me to be a satisfactory instructor. My name is Cynric; feel free to contact me.

[With that, he hangs up. Not!family or visitors will find him sitting on the porch and pouting while stuffing his face with red licorice. Hephaestus, his dodo, is beside himself as he can tell there's something wrong with his master, but since they still can't communicate, he doesn't know what. He's flitting about trying to cheer Cynric up.]

Comments

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that someone you were interested in has gone, Cynric. I hope it doesn't leave you too out of sorts.

[nomammano.livejournal.com]

[Walking down the street Miki stares at the flapping dodo for a few minutes before yelling from the sidewalk.]

Oi! There's something wrong with your duck!

[someday-a-queen.livejournal.com]

[Have one of his piano students.]

A shame. It was quite kind of him to offer lessons here.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[He'll come by. Cynric was quirky but always seemed happy.

Then there was the dodo.]]

"Hey Cynric, what ha... what is that!?"

[roadroller]

A famous composer? Aww, to think there was someone in town like that and I missed him! ♪

Pfft late sorry [In Person]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey heard the call and, honestly, it was bizarre to hear Cynric sound somewhat upset. He was used to the more bizarrely happy tones of voice the man usually had. He actually kind of wanted to say something but, really, Pokey wasn't known for his incredible empathy. So he left it alone.

When he passes by your porch later, however, he just kind of pauses, staring. Oh. So that's how you handle grief. Not that he's much better when it comes to using comfort food, but hey. Pokey still didn't expect it.]

....Licorice?

[encored]

...Salieri was here? [gdi why does he only get stuck with the screaming people and always miss the good ones!!] That's a shame, inevitable as it may have been.