Post by Pluto on Jul 2, 2020 20:36:18 GMT -5
Day Two
Johnny B. Goode had spent his entire life perfecting his craft. Hours upon hours strumming the guitar in his hands, sometimes to the point where his fingers would bleed. At least until he developed calluses on his fingers that were so thick that he could lift a hot cast iron skillet without difficulty. He spent so much time practicing his guitar that he had no time left for anything else. He didn’t learn to read, or write. He couldn’t even cook for himself. But what he had was his music. What he had was the joy he could bring to others just by playing some sweet sounds on his instrument. For his entire life, that was enough. The look on people’s faces when they heard him play his music was all the satisfaction, all the sustenance, anyone could ask for.
So when Johnny B. Goode strode out from his home this morning, he did not expect anything different. When your whole life has been directed towards one thing, and that one thing has been a constant, what else is there to expect? Johnny B. Goode strolled to one of his usual spots, where people liked to gather to listen to him. He took out his guitar, closed his eyes, and with every ounce of his soul he began to strum. But what he heard was not the melody that had been playing in his head, the melody that he had produced thousands of times before. Now it was discordant. Confused, he tried again, but the result was the same. Johnny B. Goode looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but to his horror it was if he had not played anything at all. He tried one more time to play his song, but he blacked out before his fingers even touched the strings.
Ambellina watched the scene unfold from on high. Her wings outstretched in the crisp morning air, she saw Johnny B. Goode fumble with something that had come so naturally to him for so many years. It was unfortunate that this was to be his fate. But Ambellina knew that, ultimately, it was necessary. The foundations of the world were weaker than they appeared. Around every corner were those who sought to upset the order that had been put in place by the Trinity. She was determined not to let that happen, no matter the cost. There would inevitably be casualties along the way. Such was the price they would have to pay, in the name of the Trinity.
Once the deed was done, Ambellina turned back to her mission. She surveyed the world from high above, her wings shimmering in the morning sun. But it was not what she saw that drew her attention. Instead, it was what she heard in the silence following Johnny B. Goode’s fate. She closed her eyes to focus, and cocked her head to the side. It was faint, a sound barely louder than the breeze blowing by her. But it was definitely there. A distinctive arpeggio floating through the air. It was familiar. An arpeggio she had most definitely heard before. The realization came upon her suddenly, a song she recognized. She turned to return to the world below, to warn the others. But her realization came too late, and Ambellina was struck down by the thunder.
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
cj iwakura (Johnny B. Goode) - Villager of the House that Heaven Built - Democracy'd
Auralynx (Ambellina) - Steward of the House That Heaven Built - Thunderstruck
Tchaikovsky's News
The House of the Rising Sun has been purged of Partisans!
The Partisans have taken root in the House that Heaven Built!
The Partisans of the House of 1982 have gained influence!
green and @lostninja are placed on inactivity notice.
Hmmmm...I may of messed up voting for Auralynx when I knew he would die and turn green.
Speaking of, Green make sure you vote!
Johnny B. Goode had spent his entire life perfecting his craft. Hours upon hours strumming the guitar in his hands, sometimes to the point where his fingers would bleed. At least until he developed calluses on his fingers that were so thick that he could lift a hot cast iron skillet without difficulty. He spent so much time practicing his guitar that he had no time left for anything else. He didn’t learn to read, or write. He couldn’t even cook for himself. But what he had was his music. What he had was the joy he could bring to others just by playing some sweet sounds on his instrument. For his entire life, that was enough. The look on people’s faces when they heard him play his music was all the satisfaction, all the sustenance, anyone could ask for.
So when Johnny B. Goode strode out from his home this morning, he did not expect anything different. When your whole life has been directed towards one thing, and that one thing has been a constant, what else is there to expect? Johnny B. Goode strolled to one of his usual spots, where people liked to gather to listen to him. He took out his guitar, closed his eyes, and with every ounce of his soul he began to strum. But what he heard was not the melody that had been playing in his head, the melody that he had produced thousands of times before. Now it was discordant. Confused, he tried again, but the result was the same. Johnny B. Goode looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but to his horror it was if he had not played anything at all. He tried one more time to play his song, but he blacked out before his fingers even touched the strings.
Ambellina watched the scene unfold from on high. Her wings outstretched in the crisp morning air, she saw Johnny B. Goode fumble with something that had come so naturally to him for so many years. It was unfortunate that this was to be his fate. But Ambellina knew that, ultimately, it was necessary. The foundations of the world were weaker than they appeared. Around every corner were those who sought to upset the order that had been put in place by the Trinity. She was determined not to let that happen, no matter the cost. There would inevitably be casualties along the way. Such was the price they would have to pay, in the name of the Trinity.
Once the deed was done, Ambellina turned back to her mission. She surveyed the world from high above, her wings shimmering in the morning sun. But it was not what she saw that drew her attention. Instead, it was what she heard in the silence following Johnny B. Goode’s fate. She closed her eyes to focus, and cocked her head to the side. It was faint, a sound barely louder than the breeze blowing by her. But it was definitely there. A distinctive arpeggio floating through the air. It was familiar. An arpeggio she had most definitely heard before. The realization came upon her suddenly, a song she recognized. She turned to return to the world below, to warn the others. But her realization came too late, and Ambellina was struck down by the thunder.
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
cj iwakura (Johnny B. Goode) - Villager of the House that Heaven Built - Democracy'd
Auralynx (Ambellina) - Steward of the House That Heaven Built - Thunderstruck
Tchaikovsky's News
The House of the Rising Sun has been purged of Partisans!
The Partisans have taken root in the House that Heaven Built!
The Partisans of the House of 1982 have gained influence!
green and @lostninja are placed on inactivity notice.
Hmmmm...I may of messed up voting for Auralynx when I knew he would die and turn green.
Speaking of, Green make sure you vote!