Nightly Vespers [OPEN]

[Jojo]

Jojo would smile at the night as it filled the sky thoroughly. She would only giggle lightly and then smile more so now as she would walk through the courtyard heading out from classes and towards the dorm direction. She wanted to get out from the crowds of those fawning girls, girls that she absolutely found terribly disgusting in terms of their liking of a class that she could not understand how they thought such a group was superior in any way aside from their superficial selves. She could not understand it, nor would she attempt to in any fashion as she absolutely thought of it as something interesting. Jojo would keep it in mind while she would pop her neck and then find herself sitting on a bench, enjoying the cool breeze while she would be listening to the air around her.

Clothed in her black school uniform, she would put her instrument down and opening it she would pull the bow out as well and would begin playing it. The cello’s significant sound was drowning out that terrifying noise made by everyone heading out to the school yard. Jojo would keep up the musical performance she made, the chilling music she made was much like that form a horror film, the style being eerie and deep and dark all in one. The form of which she played was a pluck strum style with the bow using the edge of it to pluck a string before strumming other strings with the bow. Allowing suspense to grow as needed with such a theatrical growing song.

She loved it, Jojo’s musical expertise showing with the form of the music while as the wind blew she had her green feather braided hair blowing with it while she accidentally cut her finger on one of the strings, but not thinking anything of it she continued to play, loving the excitement of the music she made as she went up the lyrical scale and downwards again. The song slow enough for music while fast enough to create one’s own lyrics. All of it a set up for something as she would only smile and continue to play to her heart’s content. She loved this and she would keep it up, her musical expertise showering her with the warming cool winds of the growing night.

[Leland]

LELAND ISIAH HOLT forget what we're told before we get too old Leland was a fixture in the school. Despite his young age, he'd been there a decade now. From student to trainer, it was like jumping rank. But Leland was grumpier than a lot of the older trainers of the school. Needless to say, a girl playing in the gardens was not ideal for his night. He couldn't walk by. Not that he was properly dressed to confront her: he was wearing a pair of tight dark black jeans and a black t-shirt with a faded Green Lantern logo in the bottom right corner. Not exactly official, and certainly not what one would expect of a trainer. Chances are, Leland might not have noticed her at all had he not been out himself. He'd been off watching an unsuspecting shifter test subject who'd run off into the woods. Now the creature was sleeping, which gave Leland permission to do the same. Right after he ushered the celloist to bed, that was. Quietly, he stood to her right, watching her and listening to the notes. If he wasn't careful, the melody would lull him into relaxation. That just wouldn't do. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" Leland quizzed, raising his voice in an attempt to cut through the music. He stayed where he was, his posture straight, his gaze fixed on Jojo. If he was scared, he didn't look it. Leland's expression rarely revealed any emotion besides his neutral calmness. created by denver of basilius

[Jojo]

Jojo only kept playing the instrument, a delicate and expansive permissive view of a great many notes, the notes of each one purely going through so many steady and easy permissible views of notes just flowing through her music. As she only smiled and enjoyed the music. It was through this playing that she found a voice stating something in the air, the voice of a man that she was highly unfamiliar with and yet she only kept playing. Her eyes closing as she mused herself slowly into that trance, ignoring him bit by teensy bit as she played the cello’s magnificent tones, the quality of sound perpetually the best in the work as only she could play it in her own personal and unique way. A smile to her lips when she sent the bow across the strings with a steady qualifying pace made to significantly play with a smile.

Once the tone of the instrument slowed to a stop, a good five minutes after this man spoke, she would look at the man who had said something and put a hand out. A shake of his hand but also initially she would utilize a grasp of his hand, a grasp that would pin the joints into the hand making it incredibly difficult to move the hand without destroying some nerves inside the hand with the bones she would be gripping in that hand yet she appeared all the friendly intentions. Jojo merely smiled and said, “Good evening sire,” her European styled parents living coming through her voice with such subordinate voicing, “What can I do for you today?” It was a friendly greeting currently, and a smile still existed on her face while her other hand held the stringed bow for the cello she was only playing moments ago in such exuberant fashion.

[Leland]

LELAND ISIAH HOLT forget what we're told before we get too old Leland's jaw clenched, his hands beginning to curl into fists. His eyes, usually cold, danced to life. No one ignored him. What was she thinking? He was no one to take lightly. Fortunately for Leland, he would not take her hand. It wasn't that he thought anything of the gesture, he just wasn't one to politely shake the hand of someone who'd annoyed him. Nope, he just glared at her, unmoving, his hands locked behind his back to conceal the fact that he'd balled them into fists. No need to threaten her with his anger. If the pair weren't in view of far too many windows in the nearby school, he probably wouldn't have been as patient as he was being. That and she was female, a fact that even he couldn't overlook no matter how impossible she was being. "You're quite the insufferable child, aren't you?" Leland grumbled irritably. "If you wouldn't mind, going back to bed would be a nice place to start. Now would be best." Leland honestly believed that'd be enough to get the girl to listen. Openly defiant students, though he was one himself years ago, were not something he was familiar with. He wasn't very old himself so he had the benefit of the students treating him like a fellow student, if they weren't his test subjects and therefore scared of him. That and, well, people were just so easily intimidated these days. created by denver of basilius

[Jojo]

Jojo merely smiled, her eyes looking at the poor man with a delicate smile as she looked at the individual with a cautious gaze and at the same instance she moved her hand back, to touch and hold her instrument as she merely shook her head. “It is sad to say such things to me. It does not grant to you or I how sufficient this could be. I would much prefer you to calm yourself for the joyful night.” She then smiled, her eyes looking at this individual as she had heard such disgruntled words and had to just understandably believe this person was hating on the situation, disgruntled for her having him wait perhaps. She only smiled and with such smile, she moved to make space on the bench for him. “If you would not mind sitting with me you are welcome to during such a gracious night, after all the full moon looks amazing.”

Bed, in fact she did not have a bed of her own, it was unique that her ‘bed’ had been replaced with a musician bench utilized for her repairing and work on instruments while she herself could only suggest that she herself was uniquely described to never sleep. Those that actually knew of her abilities understood why she required no bed, and at the same instance, she found no quarrel for this man. “I do not sleep by the way, I have no capacity to sleep at all.” It was unique to her, a steady and pleasant fashion as no one knew her offensive capacities while her none threatening sides of her ability allows her to utilize her skills in the same instance. She only smiled, enjoying that she can actually live without shackles for the same instance and in that time, it aided her even more for such things.

[Leland]

LELAND ISIAH HOLT forget what we're told before we get too old Her calm voice was admittedly disarming, but not unconsciously so. It took a lot of effort to be angry, so why waste that energy if she was going to be reasonable? That and, well, Leland was practical. She wasn't promptly following his instructions, so there was no sense in continuing to insist that she do. "Right..." Leland offered in response to her suggesting he calm down. He grudgingly sat on the bench beside her, his body still tense. "You admire the moon, huh?" Leland observed. Truth be told, the question wasn't one he cared for an answer to, but he felt obligated to ask anyway. His golden eyes did wander up toward the moon now that she'd drawn his attention to it. "Don't you? Isn't that a big boring after the first few nights?" Leland questioned curiously. Sure, in theory, never sleeping seemed ideal, but it wasn't. Not truly. It would be lonely, which was why Leland resolved himself to stay up with her for now. Then again, you could be a properly expert in anything if you didn't need to waste time sleeping. "I'm Leland, by the way." Leland introduced casually, offering a small smile. Maybe it'd come off as friendly. created by denver of basilius

[Jojo]

Jojo smiled with such a very casual expression. Her eyes looking upon him with a certain unique thought while she happened to pierce the threshold of thoughtful awareness as her eyes encompassed and gripped the process of thought uniquely in a sense that was far more as she now wondered if this man understood some of what she had to deal with her whole life. The process of sleeplessness was not sudden, no; it was actually a slowly forming process that forced her to enter and fall victim to something that was beyond her own control. All the while, significantly it also allowed for her poor taste in schooling to excel beyond that of an average student. Jojo looked at him and nodded her head, a calm expression on her face when she knew he hit the mark with what he had said from the cause and effect of just what it meant to never sleep.

Jojo eased back, looking at the man that spoke and then back to the moon as she nodded, “Yes, it can get very boring. However, I would say that when it comes to my capabilities, never sleeping enables job performance to the best for me while I can also master most anything I put my mind to. Music is about possible with most any instrument, school topics are a mastered art as well. However, I purposely do not study one thing just so I can be at some point normal. That normalcy that I need is, to say the least, desired for my most abnormal traits.” Such admittance, thankfully at this school it was normal to have kids who had odd abilities everywhere, however her’s was a curse and yet also a gift. Funny it could be both all in one for someone such as her. “I am Kaguya, Kaguya Jojo. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Leland.”