Twelfth Melody [Text]

[melodicnocturne]

Jack, made it to Goldenrod this morning. I'll be around the stores looking for costume ideas, so feel free to look out for me if you're around there today.

If you see a guy in a coat with long red hair and black tips following me, don't worry. His name's Fugue and he's a Zoroark. He's really good at transforming and likes to show off sometimes. A lot of people have asked about him before, so I wanted to give you a heads-up.

Sorry if this is a bother, but I'm looking for someone by the name of Other Father. Jack told me to try and contact you once I got to Goldenrod City, I'm a traveling musician and I plan to attend his party. I can give you a show of my skills if you'd like, as I was wondering if you'd be open to a second act performing with you. I can do other things if you'd prefer to play solo, though.

Comments

[pianokeys]

The King mu~st be popular.

Pluck those stri~ngs, Mr. guitarist; bass or lead?
I'm a piano man myself, but throw me an instrument and I'll give it a shot.

[He was made to be a musical genius for his daughter, so he picks them up pretty quickly. Jazz instruments are his forte, though.]

[melodicnocturne]

Whatever suits the moment, but I'm used to the lead.

[Musically, at least. Considering his lazy, mischievous way of handling things it's just about the only thing he used to do the lead for. Not as much of a problem these days, though.]

A piano? That's great! We could play off each other for some Jazz or Folk style. Are you good at improv? Freeform Jazz would be good for a party scene.

[pianokeys]

Improvisation le~ads the way to endless possibilities. But I'm sure we'll see that at the party?

[AKA Yes, yes, and freeform jazz. Other Father doesn't really get excited because he's too smooth for that, but he was definitely happier when you mentioned jazz.]

[melodicnocturne]

Totally! It'll be nice to work with somebody else for a while. I've been going about on my own for too long, playing off a partner will be great. I'll see you there!

[...wait, he has absolutely no idea where 'there' even is.]

Er...I just remembered. Where's the party going to be hosted at? I think I forgot to get the location off of Jack when I was speaking to him... Whoops.

[Demyx reaches up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. Oh, the awkwardness of being a fanboy and forgetting things when you're talking to an idol.]

[pianokeys]

The mo~re, the me~rrier the mu~sic.

[He attaches the address he's been given in text.]

I'd say get there for set-up, so we can give some of the pre-written songs a whirl. We can see if Jack's got some songs for us.

[melodicnocturne]

'Kayo. I'll see if I can't find Jack today and talk to him about that. Knowing him, he probably already has a lot of ideas. Nobody does Halloween like Jack, after all.

In the meantime, I'll be around the shops looking for costume ideas grabbing some things for the boys. If you see us about don't be a stranger, yeah?

[pianokeys]

Try the Breeding Center. I'm workin' there later; sing me a tune if you come on by.

[He chuckles.] At what he does, he is the best- or so I hear.

[He was bit... preoccupied last Halloween.]

For the boys? [He figures you mean your Pokémon, but he doesn't want to be mistaken.]

[melodicnocturne]

Breeding center, gotcha. I'll come around later today.

[Demyx shifts the gear in his hands and points it over to the pair behind him. A Gallade and a Zoroark walking along with Demyx both look up to the camera and acknowledge that they are being observed momentarily before the view returns to Demyx.]

The 'mons, sorry. These two aren't the only ones, but I've got a pair of eggs and a Growlithe that's resting up from the trip here.

[pianokeys]

Ca~n't wait!


Restin' up, hm?

[That triggers a thought.]

Where're you staying, Demyx?

[melodicnocturne]

...I... have no idea, actually. I only got here this morning, so I haven't even put thought to it. Jazz, the Growlithe, ran us here from Ecruteak, and before that I was in the caves trying to get from Mahogany after the film party. He was tired when we got here, so I've got him resting in the ball for now.

[He turns back to look at his partners, then considers his options.]

We stayed at the center for a few days while I was here last. I guess that's normal for trainers, though. Never have been in one place for too long.

[Not since his traveling companions vanished, at least.]

[pianokeys]

We've got a spare room at home. For the moment, it's just me and my kids. You could stay for a while, if you'd like?

There's a music room, too. Though some of the instruments are off-limits.

[Only because they belong to the kids. The baby-piano, turntables and Violin aren't his.]

[melodicnocturne]

Really? Wow...that's really nice of you.

[Excuse him while confused blinking because how does respond to generosity.]

I...I won't just loaf about. If you need help with anything, I'm your man. Just let me know about the rules of the house and you can count on me to follow.

[pianokeys]

There's no~ need to do anything; it'll be my pleasure to have you.

[Although...]

'Though, if you're any good with food, I couldn't say no.

[No seriously. His cooking is atrocious. Children have cowered from his dinners, so he just tries not to cook.]

O~nly house rules are to respect everything and everyone; the kids don't like their stuff bein' used either, but I'm pre~tty sure that comes under respect.

[melodicnocturne]

I guess I'm okay with cooking...I mean, I used to cook sometimes while I was staying with some friend, and I haven't poisoned myself yet on the road. I must be doing something right. If you've got cookbooks, I should be able to manage fairly alright.

[In his head, the situation adds up fairly quickly. He feels kind of bad for the man when he considers living with a house full of kids and being unable to cook well, but at least it seems they manage well enough.]

Okay, easy enough then. Could you give me the address there?