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Post by Seika Nishikawa on Jun 5, 2013 18:49:29 GMT -5
Odd music rose and fell as a small group of priests knelt before an altar, a single one kneeling directly in front of the altar as the rest were in rank and file behind him, and the young man laid a small pot before the altar, bowing his head for several moments before moving back. An old prayer was chanted aloud as the group of priests stood and turned away from the altar, and the group members disappeared behind a sliding door as the chanting ended, the one that had carried the urn closing the door behind them.
'Finally, my part is finished.... I should be allowed to leave in a short while....'
The urn-carrier removed the hat on his head, the attached veil that had covered his face revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to look past everyone he saw, and he placed the hat down in its proper spot and slipped from the room, sliding the door shut behind him and leaning against the nearby wall. His hand was held against his eyes, his breath slow and slightly labored, and he slid his hand down to cover his mouth as he pushed away from the wall. The young priest's name was Seika, the urn he had carried had been a relative's ashes, and right now, he needed to get away from the entire ceremony for even a singly minute. The rest of the ceremony did not require his presence, there were others that had been chosen this time over him, so Seika would use that time to sneak away from the estate and into Shirotsume proper. Following those thoughts, the young man simply walked out of the gate leading to the temple he lived at, his features frozen in a distant stare and slight frown.
The sounds of the city were cacophonous once he reached it, the noises assaulting his ears helping him forget that his family was holding an elaborate funeral for the recently deceased, and he stopped walking after reaching an instrumental store. String instruments...that was it. They would soothe his nerves faster than anything else, even studying new Runes failed in comparison. As for the instrument of choice; a thirteen string koto. With permission from the owner of the store, Seika set up the koto and sat behind it, plucking at the string calmly as his expression unfroze some and seemed more human. He was content to simply wait until someone from his family arrived to bring him back, disregarding the possible trouble he may end up in by creating a simple explanation; had he not done this, he might have lost his composure and shamed himself accidentally, however by coming to this store and playing the instrument, he both remained perfectly composed while also improving his own ability to play the instrument.
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