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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

[Her eyebrows lift subtly, and despite what she says, there's a soft smile on her face as she switches into a fluent but delicately accented German.]

Michiru. And some of us have duties to tend to, Herr..?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He's delighted that she's speaking his language, literally.]

Herr Cabal. But you may call me Horst.

Are you going to come claim your drink, Michiru?

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

[Picking up the language only seemed prudent. She had lived there for a little while doing a circuit of concerts.]

Would the rest of your company up there mind a little music?

[She has to relax occasionally, she supposes.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You're an angel. We would love music.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

I can't promise that I won't be a little rusty, but I wouldn't balk at the chance to play for an audience again.

[Her tone isn't petulant, simply long-suffering.]

Give me your coordinates and I'll be on my way.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well, Tyki Mikk got me in the mood for music. I'm sure you can't 'outperform' him.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

[Michiru makes a slightly alarmed expression at the name, before she shuts the feed off. Not twenty minutes later she is stepping up onto the roof, violin case tucked beneath her arm.]

You could probably go without associating Mr. Mikk and the word 'music' together ever again.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst just laughs and hands her a bottle]

He's actually got a decent voice. He was tossed when I heard him, but I assume it still counts.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

After his last performance, I'm not sure it does. It'll take more than a pleasant voice to make up for that.

[She takes the bottle, not immediately opening it, and glances out over the city.]

Going to be a long week.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He stands beside her, doesn't say anything for a moment. She's clearly had a much longer day than he has.]

Yeah.

It could be worse.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

It's only been a day, Herr Cabal. There are six left for things to go drastically wrong.

[But she's smiling wryly at him as she puts the bottle down, taking the violin from its case and playing a peppy little scale.]

Better than Mr. Mikk?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He sits on the edge of the roof to look up at her while she plays. At the end he grins and applauds]

Much. But don't tell him I said so. I'm still in full support of his little joke.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

I have to admit that I'm not sure what the point was. I don't pay as much attention to the network as I should, it seems.

[She plays a few long, soft notes as she speaks, apparently just improvising as she skirts around the edges of a proper melody.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

He was peeved at some boy--one of the singers, I forget their names.

[But Horst falls silent, simply enjoying the music, impressed by just how good she is]

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles as he falls silent; she had clearly intended to keep talking over the music, but a captive audience is nice, and she stops improvising and abruptly begins one of Beethoven's violin sonatas. It is done flawlessly, but she still smiles a little apologetically at him when she finishes the song.]

No piano accompaniment, I apologize.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head and grins at her.]

It was beautiful.

My friend, Allen, plays the piano--you two ought to work together sometime. I'd wager it would lull the city into a few moments of peace.

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[infinityviolin.livejournal.com]

Allen and I have played together before. He's talented.

[She takes a seat on the edge of the roof as well, holding the bottle in her lap. Her tone is gently self-mocking.]

This place is hard on artistic souls.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. You have to take your rest where you can, eh?