Open Starry night

[Kureji]

Kureji had just got done performing a concert about thirty minutes ago. It was out near the edge of Soon's Harbor and there has been no Sand worm disturbance. He thought about that crazy idea he had back a few days ago to get rid of the guy controlling the Sand-ta Rays. That must have been the most excitement that the sandworms have had for quite a while. He bets that they must have went into deep hiding for a while unless if something were to really disturb their territories.

But not tonight. The rockstar had found himself on a lonely pier, laying on his back on the wooden boards as he stared up at the starry sky. He had a toothpick in his mouth as he reminisced about the good ol times. The limited time that he knew Shinjo and Monika. But now he is by himself. What a lonely world he lives in. He has no one to really turn to so he just goes where he wants and causes his own mayhem. Sure he's low ley a criminal, but he really does try to help the civies that can't defend themselves.

But enough of that. He would trace the star constellations with his fingers to make imaginary shapes in the sky. "That one looks like a dog. That one looks like a guitar. And that one looks like..." He hesitated, trying to think of what it could be. "Maybe a tree? Eh, who cares." He would shrug to himself as he would relax staring up at the sky.

 

[Kamiya Akari]

It might come as a bit of a shock to most people, particularly given the odd appearance of the secretive serial killer, but she adored music. Not just some here and there, but all of it. She sported a pretty face, odd as it was, and an attractive figure, but most people still would be quite shocked at how charmingly sweet and feminine her voice could be when she sang...and she did so quite often, though more so in private, whenever she found the time. But she also made sure to take time out to visit local concerts whenever she could get a chance.

She never really had much opportunity growing up to learn an instrument, but she could certainly appreciate the hard work it took to master one. Traveling alone as a child throughout the country did not bode well for instruments that usually were discarded, destroyed or stolen, so she would enjoy the works of others. One particular instance was a recent concert at the Harbor. Initially donning a disguise of a more reasonable sized adult woman, she attended but once it was over, she shifted back into her own skin once more.

She took a break and walked upon the pier absolute enthralled with the new music she had discovered and was humming in a tone that would shock those who knew even a glimpse of her darker nature. She hummed it slower and more casually than the way they played, she was a more casual mood that night as she strolled along the pier, taking rather large, exaggerated steps with her hands behind her back. The tune was slowed down, but still very much on point as she stopped and heard a familiar voice, spotted a familiar face on his back, recognizing a man from the concert as she went up silently. "Is this what big time rockers do in their spare time?" she queried, her feet pointed towards his head, bending over and looking him square in the eyes as she put on a delightfully adorable smile before tilting her head with a soft giggle. "I do hope I am not intruding, but I would be rather amiss not to say that I very much enjoyed the performance tonight. It was rather quite memorable."