Seeking [ Wazuki ]

[OKA]

The reaper under the guise of his human form was stationed on one of the main roads in the port city, Bada. Stationed on a wooden stool, his guqin resting against his right shoulder as he strummed the chords. Both hands skillfully manuevering against the silk strings letting the sounds emnate around his being. His distant aura seeming to disappear in this state, only the music surrounded him in a soft soothing, if into attractive aura that compelled the travelers to give more than just a passing nod. But let their ears bathe in the sounds he produced, and when his song finished drop a small offering his black case opened before his feet.

This was much more than a simple ruse, or even an elabrotate plot -- this is what he pursued outside of his job. Instead of being reclusive, like so many other reapers, he enjoyed the quiet company of those gathered and gathering around him. Taking delight in his skillful playing silently, or murmuring amongst theirselves giving him soft praise. The close lids of his eyes allowed them to point and gawk without worry of his reaction, and although he could feel their eyes and fingers, he would never react merely indulge in it silently.

The day beginning to wane, business beoming slow, his left hand pressed against the body of his instrument, right hand gripping the head and slowly he opened his eyes. Dark blue eyes, becoming darker as the sun started to set, slowly scanned the area around. It was empty, but he could hear footsteps approaching. Eyes lifting to the sky setting his gaze on the sun, he noted to himself, that there was only time for one more song. And hopefully it belonged to the owner of the footsteps. Placing his hands off of the strings and onto the body, dark blue optics closed and he, releasing a short breath, waited for the footsteps to approach.

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[WAZUKI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; padding: 10px;] To someone who paid attention, she reeked of death. Wazuki smelled of a fresh kill. Not of blood, no, but just death itself. She'd grown so use to the feel of it, to the scent of it. Spirits more often than not, even when gone, left hints of their presence. The spirit she had just slayed had been a malicious sort and seconds before its death, had begged and pleaded with Wazuki for mercy. And perhaps she should have felt bad. They were creatures with feelings, with emotion. She wouldn't have touched an animal but a spirit, a humanoid, she could cut down with little thought. The rest of her group didn't seem to share her sentiments. And speaking of the, they had all gone off ahead of her. Wazuki had things to pick up within Sajagul and she wandered the streets, looking an anomaly. A woman with two weapons? Such a sight to see! She bought herself a handful of things, mostly goods for the road, when the sound of music entered her ears. Slowing to a stand still, the woman's eyes looked about and then she turned, following the direction of the sound. She stopped before a man then and looked down at him. A large instrument was in his hands and Wazuki couldn't say she knew the name of it. Her own hand rested on the hilt of her long blade, the opposite hand holding a satchel. There was something off about him, she would dare say, although at the moment couldn't seem to place it. "That was very lovely," the woman murmured and she offered a bow to him. "I would be delighted if you'd play more." Wazuki felt around her satchel and she withdrew some coins, holding them out.

[OKA]

For a brief moment his nose stung with the stench that followed, if not orignated from, the lady's form. He was familiar with death, the nasty stench that came from it, but it was all natural. The reaper could not hate the odor, as much as his nostrils loathed the smell, it was merely one the things that came with his role. What really caught his attention, was the stench itself, it wasn't natural -- at least not for humans it was more . . . unearthly. Could it be from a spirit -- the thought lingering in the back of his head as the lady spoke, commenting his music.

The musician nodded humbly, quite use to such compliments, granted he still found his work far from perfect. Shifting his gaze to the female's form, his dark eyes scanning her body. Taking note of the visible blade her hand rested on, and the stachel in her other hand. What could he say about her? She was attractive, even in this lack of light -- a fact not overlooked, but even more so, she had a rather dangerous vibe to her.

There was a lot one could tell from a person just by the way they stood or held their sleves. This reaper, a rather expierenced fighter, had learned how to seize one up quickly. A valuable skill in determining friend from foe, and weakest to strongest -- and while he could come to no certain assumpation of her skill, he knew she was a fighter, a strong one at that. His eyes shifted to her offering of coins, and drew to his case opened before his feet.

"No need," his words were soft as his eyes drew back to the female -- he had already earned enough for lodging and a meal, three meals if he were lucky. He needn't any more. Positioning his hands on his instrument, dropping his gaze to the ground, his eyes closed slowly as he inhaled a short breath. "I was planning on playing one more song," he said releasing the breath, "but, if you don't mind me saying, if you're alone, I'll galdly play for you if you'll keep me company."

[WAZUKI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:350px; padding: 10px;] She began to withdraw the money at his statement, thin brows arching in a look of curiosity. He didn't need money? She wouldn't complain - Wazuki didn't want to spare money if she could help it. It was far too precious for that. She wondered if it was because he simply didn't want it, or he had no more interest in playing. There was still a lingering semblance of guilt - how much money could a bard make, after all? His offer earned a twitch at the corner of her lips. She tilted her head forward in agreement, putting the coins away for some other purpose. It was a rather simple request and he didn't seem the overly chatty type. "That would be fine. Thank you. My name is Wazuki," she stated, and she bowed out of respect. The woman remained standing, moving her arms to fold across her chest. Her hands slipped inside the long sleeves of her top and she awaited him. "I'll have to pay you anyways, just for the lovely music. It'd be stingy of me not to," Wazuki added after a moment. She looked at him for any response. She didn't particularly want to spare money, but it wouldn't kill her to be generous either.

[OKA]

What intentions lay behind his solemn form as he made his offer, a simple request if any. Quite see through if were one wise to the skills of a playboy, granted, he was not the type. Rather, his intention were quite obvious and apparent, and she found no harm in his request. Accepting his offer she followed with her name. Wa-zu-ki -- Wazuki her name ran quietly in his mind, the slow dawning of his eyes, catching the last movements of her bow. Rising to meet her eye level, giving his slow, signature, nod following softly with, "You may call me Oka, miss."

The words coming out in the usual tone, his gaze shifted downwards to his instrument, where his digits in subtle motions ran along the strings. His digits against the smooth material as they setttled into place, ready to prepare the next song to be played. Dark eyes shifted back to Wazuki as she added some praise after a short moment, and once again he gave his signature nod. "It is only right for a gentlemen to respond courteously to a lady's offer."

The high class ettique he had learned, despite his lowly ranking in the worlds, were due a lot to his observing nature. His subtle presence always watching and learning -- and it was not strange to think that he had become something of gentleman himself. So when he spoke his words were like honey most, if not all, the time. And the reaper stayed true to his education and his recent position, he had the habit of asking what others wanted -- after all for those on their death bed such a request was always to be fufilled.

"Is there a song you would like to hear?"