The musician had come to the capital in hopes of finding a certain someone that he favored, for some more information... and maybe a bit of fun with him. He knew it would take some time, and the fact he couldn't entirely go into Era for quite a while, nor did he have any way to contact his informant, made this task rather hard to do. The green haired musician was hoping to not only scope out how much non-magic users there were in the area for his guilds new objective, but to also get more information on the magic council from his little go to guy. He figured that the Rune Knight he met a while back hadn't forgotten him, and would possibly be in Crocus to serve as a temporary guard for the royal family or help out around the capital a bit. Or he could come across another Rune Knight to tell him the whereabouts of his little chicken.
He waltzed into the bar, wearing a black and bright green tank top that had the colors split down the middle, his typical studded black leather vest, a pair of black skinny jeans being held up by a studded belt, and his black biker boots. A bandage was on his left cheek, covering his guild mark so he could roam around this rather important city with little issue. Currently, he had his hair up in a high full braid and wrapped up till it was able to fit under a leather newsy cap without even a strand hanging out of it. Over his bright greenish blue eyes, was a pair of dark tinted sunglasses, which he continued to wear when he stomped into a bar. He snickers to himself as his eyes graze over the other patrons before he moves himself to sit at the counter. His stomping had caused a decent amount of people to turn their heads to look at him, which he quite often liked to have. He hadn't cared about the rain on himself, it actually felt refreshing to having something cool on his skin. One of the few things he missed about where he grew up, how cold it had been.
The musician grins to the bartender rather devilishly. "Gimme a whiskey on the rocks." He says before he glances to his side. He makes a face a bit from the stench he was smelling from someone not too far from him. They smelt sweet... too sweet for his liking. He rolls his eyes as he sticks his tongue out unhappily. He brings his drink to his lips and smiles a bit. "Hey bartender... you have any fries... salted, or potato chips to munch on back there?" He hadn't remembered the last time he had a salted food. Maybe he should go back to one of the port cities and go to a seafood restaurant... He needed to have a good meal like when he first came to Fiore again... He missed it. Maybe he should invite Yuii. Hell, would she even like it...? He pouts to himself a bit as he taps his fingers on the bar counter to the tune of one of his songs he was recently composing. Maybe he should hit the streets again and play for some more jewel, could get him a new instrument or something. He then glances back over his shoulder. Why go to the streets to play? He could get some fans right here in this tavern. He takes his drink and tips it back, guzzling it in one sip, burning his throat as he did so. "Ahh... been a while since I hit that hard.." He wipes his mouth as he stands up and makes his way to the stage.
Holding up his hand as he walked, he held up three fingers. "Death Violin... Flute of Pan... and Drum of the Dragons." As he called out those names, one at a time, a violin, pan flute, and a small drum came into his hands as soon as he stepped onto the stage. He didn't care if there was supposed to be a queue or whatever. He wanted to play. He clears his throat as the drum and flute started to hover on their own. He holds the violin up to himself and taps his foot a few times before he has the tune in his head. Closing his eyes, the drum and his hand holding the violin bow, start to play a bit of a tune. He continues to tap his foot as he plays, seeming to tune out the world as he played his music for the other patrons there, and almost tempted to throw his hat down at the edge of the stage, but he didn't want to do that, not yet at least.
Tags: @Sage Elm
Word Count: 0000
Notes: Music, that's it