122nd Devotion: Quality Time with the Rival

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[One moment Solomon Goldsmith is out enjoying the view of the city's lights below from his balcony, and in the next moment his environment abruptly shifts into a bright interior room. His face shows some sign of annoyance at this, but not the typical shock or hysteria that is often evidenced by others in the City. After all, Solomon has been going through such inconveniences like this for longer than most.

Instead, he looks down at the splattered mess of his deep red beverage staining the light carpeting and gives a slight tug on the handcuff now encircling his wrist. With narrowed eyes, he looks askance at the cello bow being held by the other man's captive hand.]

...Haji. Of course.

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[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He's playing, as he always does at night, to pass the time. The room muffles the sound fairly well, but he's aware that Saya can likely hear him as close as her room is. It's his way of letting her know he is close.

He transitions into a complicated set of measures, focusing on making his non-human hand dance the bow over the strings as it had while it was still normal. After Vietnam, he'd practically had to re-learn how to play, the difference in strength and flexibility had thrown him for awhile, but now... it was almost as if nothing had changed.

Until a sudden jerk pulled his hand back, sending a screech from the instrument as Haji abruptly stood, as if ready for a fight.

Instead, he sees a silver cuff on his wrist... and another one on Solomon's wrist, connecting them. He hadn't even heard the other Chevalier come in. Frowning, he looks him in the eyes.]

What is this, Solomon?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Annoying.

[His eyes return to the vivid stain on the carpeting, then the nearly empty glass in his hand and he sighs regretfully.]

I'd just filled that glass.

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

How did you accomplish this? I heard nothing.

[He twists his wrist, trying to see the cuff better so he could determine how best to remove it.]

voice;

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Solomon? Are you okay?

voice;

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Oh, why hello Lucy. Yes, yes I'm quite fine... merely facing another 24 hours of inconveniences, that's all.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the question, Solomon reaches for a handkerchief in his pocket to dry his hand off.]

I'm afraid it's quite useless to fight it.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

What about Haji? Is he okay?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Quite alright, Miss...?

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Leighton, Jill Leighton. And you?

Re: voice;

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

How bad do you hate the person you're handcuffed to?

voice;

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Well, first of all, he can hear this.

[He pauses slightly before answering the last part. Clearly, Haji will hear this as well.]

And I don't 'hate' him. He's just under some misconceptions that make dealing with him difficult.

|| audio *prying into Haji's personal affairs*

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

A pleasure Miss Leighton. I'm Solomon Goldsmith... Haji is currently living at my penthouse.

May I ask how you know him? I don't remember your name from back home...

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Mr. Goldsmith, it's nice to meet you.

Oh we've just... talked a few times. Nice conversations. He's possible friend material and I don't have many friends so... he's okay?

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

Fight what?

[His other hand, the one that was still human, moves to the cuff, testing it's strength as he tries to wrench it from his wrist. His disposition doesn't improve when the metal doesn't give an inch.]

What did you make this of, Solomon?

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[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

I am unharmed. [It's a bit too easy to use the word, "okay."]

voice;

[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

...who are you? [Payback's a bitch, Solomon. You look into his friends, he looks into yours.]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Okay. I just heard this guy say your name and... thought I would check on you. Something about the way he said it.

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[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

It is kind of you to worry.

(Private)

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Have you considered asking the both of them to move out?

|| audio *like any good rival who wants him out of the picture would*

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Ill tempered but yes, he's alright. I think I startled him.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

This looks all complicated. Is your cello okay? [Of course Jill would also worry about the instrument.]

|| audio *ohhhhhh*

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Handcuffs? Yeah, I think you might have been startled too. Is that actually a curse?

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[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I am standing right here...

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[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

It is unharmed as well, the strings did not snap. [And really, it's the LEAST his cello has been through.]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

I know. Should I use code or be honest?