{Play}The Cafeteria Bard{That Harp!}

[Armana]

The harmonic notes drifted through the massive lunchroom. Students from all over the room looked towards the source of the sound in wonder at its beauty. Sitting on top of a table at the far left corner of the room was a young girl with a delicate but beautiful frame. Her fingers strummed a gentle harp, releasing the harmonic and gentle song that could be heard across the room. Her red hair was seeped back out of her face, and she looked solely at her harp, despite the many eyes prying into her as she strummed the harp. Her face and body seemed to shine with a beautiful and inhuman radiance; then again, she wasn't completely human. Armana was only half human, the other half was Angel.

Surrounding Armana were a few other kids, though they really had no connection to her. They were just the kids who liked her music the most, enough so to come closer. In all honesty, Armana really didn't have any real friends yet because she was too shy. The only time the real her showed itself was when she played music, and even then she was too shy to look up from her harp. After another minute of playing, Armana finished the beautiful song and set her harp down. It was then that she realized the amount of people that had been looking at her, and Armana looked down shyly, her face ablaze. The kids around her went back to their business, eating or going back to their usual hangout places. A few of them gave Armana a compliment, but she didn't look up due to embarrassment.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Out of the cornor of his eye Volgana watched this girl he had never seen before. Interesting enough she played beautiful music. As he sat ontop of a table on the edge of the room, noone coming close because of the gun he was holding. Polishing and cleaning each piece carefully as was his daily task he normally did in his room but instead decided to go out today. The room was noisy but still, he was around others sort of. As he reassembled his rifle he smiled. Slinging it over his shoulder and walking over to where the girl sat. Listening to the end of her song. As she finished he noticed a tug from behind. Without looking he slammed the butt of his rifle down and heard a loud crack as it struck something behind him.

He turned to look and noticed a young male with a knife, his knife in his hands. Before the youth could run a bullet was inserted into the chamber and the rifle pointed at the young males head. "Drop it." Was all Volgana needed to say before the youth dropped his knife and darted from the room. Volgana bent down and picked up the knife, sliding it back into its sheath behind his belt. As he sat down near the girl he pulled the bullet from the chamber. "Excuse me miss, can you play one more time. It was quite beautiful before and I would like to hear it again."

[Armana]

Normally if someone had asked Armana to play her harp a little more for them, she would have blushed and humbly obliged. But this was kind of different. This man who had come up to Armana seemed to be a bit intimidating. She hadn't noticed him until he had gotten very close to the table, but Volgana was rather frightening with that large gun over his shoulder. Armana didn't believe in violence, and when Volgana had butted the young boy with his gun it had shocked her. "O-okay," Armana replied without looking up. What she wanted to say was 'How dare you do something violent like that in a sacred place like this.' The Ninth Heaven was supposed to be a peaceful place where everybody ate and was merry. But Armana didn't say any such thing because he was a little frightening. Rather she brought her harp a little closer to her chest and prepared to play again.

Once again her focus sharpened so that it was solely on her harp. Armana's fingers began to gently strum the harp as she got a feel for the song that she would play next. Armana never liked playing the same song twice in a row, but she didn't want to play something fast because she was in a peaceful place. Finally her fingers moved across the well-tuned strings in a more coordinated manner. Armana had chosen her song. She would play the Melody of Enhasa, the favorite song of an old local heroine from her home village. The song started slow and gentle and would pick up speed later. The notes were a little bit low, but in a peaceful and gently caressing way. This time Armana decided to sing with her song.

"If I had to choose someone . . .
It would be you.

If I had to be with someone . . .
It would be you."

These few lines were just the beginning of the song. The first line of each pair was spoken a bit faster then the second. After this Armana strummed her harp a bit longer, as the next line of singing didn't come for a few seconds.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

((OCC: Sorry I had a few days of not beingable to really get on.))

Volgana smiled as the soothing sounds of the harp eased his mind, taking away all anger. Peace flowed through his body as his eyes got heavy. So long they have been open. His body sore from the constant struggle to keep himself in check. His mind weary. Petals of pink and white fell from no where. Shimmering pink, a glowing light in the room. For once these petals came with a peaceful meaning instead of bloodshead. His gun was placed in his lap and his eyes closed. A sigh escaped his lips softly as the words entered his mind. As the music entered his soul he realized that this was indeed peace of mind.

Volgana smiled at the girl with warm look and watched her fingers play over the harp. Her body almost seemed to shimmer in the room. Even the young male he had scared away had come back to listen to her music, his eyes glued to Volgana for a sign of violence but it was not to come. Volgana was at peace atleast for the time being. "Thank you." Was all Volgana said as he slipped into a light rest.

[Armana]

((It's about time you post!))


Armana watched in newfound curiosity as Volgana seemed to relax and become at ease. She didn't comment though, as she didn't want to ruin the song with ordinary words. Now that Volgana was beginning to look less virulent, some of the people who had been previously watching Armana began to come back, and Armana's faint blush grew stronger. She kind of liked it when people watched her play the harp, but it was still embarrassing. Armana really couldn't explain it.

Suddenly white and red flower petals began to gently flutter down from the sky, and a wonderful scent of blossoming flowers began to envelop Armana. She looked up at the sky curiously, although her fingers never stopped strumming the strings of her harp. She wondered where the petals were coming from, as they seemed to come from nowhere. Armana's best guess was that somehow Volgana was conjuring them, as their appearance coinsided with his now-peaceful demeanor.

Now that Volgana seemed less violent and threatening, Armana found herself playing much more freely. She continued to sing along with the continuous beauty of her song.

"Because you . . .
You mean the world to me.
You mean the world tooooo me.

So if I had to choose
Just one person . . .
It would be you."

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana woke from his light slumber. She was still playing and more people were watching. The music coming from her fingers were almost god like. Like an angel sent to this earth. Angels. Past images of his life flew into his brain. He was a angel. Half a angel but still a angel. The music flowing through the air reminded him of that. For a long time he believed he was closer to a demon than a angel. Killing for fun. Fighting for laughs. He had forgotton what it was like to find peace. Her music had shown him that much and more. From across the room he heard a cry. A falcon, snowy white and midnight black flew into the room.

Landing on his shoulder, nibbling his ear with affection. "Well hello there. Are you awake." Volgana said as he stroked the bird softly on his shoulder. He smiled as he looked into the eye's of his pet. Full grown but still young. A beautiful bird. Powerful, eyes sharper than his. He smiled and reached into a small pouch on his belf, pulling out a piece of dried meat, holding it infront of his pet. With a shrill call of joy her beak snapped at the meat pulling it from his hand and ripping it into small pieces to enjoy. The petals continued to fall around the pair and the one playing music. "Im Volgana., Volgana Sakuraba." He said looking at the girl.

[Armana]

As the man woke from his light and quick slumber, Armana wondered what had occurred in that short period of time. His focus seemed to tighten, and Armana wondered what kinds of thoughts were flowing through his head. Armana wanted to ask, but she was still playing her harp. Normally this song continued on for several minutes, but Armana decided to wrap it up early. She could end the lyrics where they were and still have a feeling of closure, so Armana played a few final notes before ending the song.

Suddenly the snowy falcon flew through the window. Armana wondered how it had strayed to the academy. Then again, Twilight Moon was a weird place. What really surprised her was when it landed on the man's shoulder. Was it hit pet? Armana watched in well-concealed disgust as it tore the little snack to shreds. It seemed to enjoy ripping the meat to shreds; Armana wondered if it did that to anyone who opposed this man.

Then the man offered his hand out and gave her his name: Volgana Sakuraba. Armana gently set her harp down on the table, and then gave him an acknowledging nod. "Hello Volgana. My name is Armana." Unlike him, Armana did not give her last name. She didn't know this guy well enough to do something like that. But there was something about him that seemed familiar; a glow of radiance, though very faint. Did he have some kind of tie to the angelic world?

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

"Nice to meet you Armana." Volgana said with a smile as he stood. His rifle strapped to his back snuggly and everything in place. "Thank you so much, the music was quite enjoyable but now I must be off. I have buisness to take care of." He placed a pair of glasses on his head and the lense glowed. Numbers, graphs, charts and words popped up on the screen. The falcon landed on his shoulder and nibbled his ear. The petals stopped falling from the sky but the smell of cherry blossom was as strong as ever. Runes glowed on the screen over his eyes. With a nod of his head he knew his direction. A quick stop at his room would allow him to gather the things he needed. "Goodbye Armana. I hope we meet again." He said with a wink and a smile before dashing off only to slip on something that had spilled on the floor. Gathering himself up and standing on his feet he blushed slightly from the fall and darted off once more toward another location.

He exited ninth heaven, a name close to what his descent was from, and walked the halls. A quickness to his step and a face of stone helped others realize he was on a mission. He entered his room, a quick change of clothes and to grab his coat. He opened the closet in his room to find his trench coat and his clothes for tonight ready. He changed and darted out the door. Heading away from his school, gun in hand, bullet in chamber.