The Violinist

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

Willem looked at the other’s hand for a moment, the silver and gold rings on his fingers. Eventually he nodded a bit, a small smile appearing on his lips. "All right. I’ll take your offer.", he said and shook Friske’s hand. The young man was still a bit wary of him, but hearing that they could be friends made Willem curious. Being friends with a creature like this … it might give him some advantages - as well as the perfect bow.

Willem nodded a bit. The drops of blood would've probably been the easiest to get, but his condition made him worry a bit. Usually small wounds would heal rather quickly, but he didn't want to take any risks. Liquor was nearly impossible to get on the island, so that wouldn't work either. So gems or a black animal it was. A crow shouldn't be to difficult to catch and gems weren't too hard to find if you knew where they were. One of those two things should be managable. "I certainly hope so.", he replied. "So, as soon as I got one of those, I just have to come back here and give it to you?"

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

He was right. Willem didn’t trust this odd person, this stranger he only knew for some minutes now. But he could tell that Friske’s smile was a honest one, and having the perfect bow … if he really only had to get him the three things he had mentioned, what should go wrong? "So … only those things you mentioned and you’ll make me that bow? Nothing else, no tricks or backdoors?", the young man replied, eyeing the other warily. He’d only agree if what Friske said was the truth.

"You only need to bring one of them. All three is too much of a hassle for one person. Bring me one of the asked items and i can promise you that you’ll have your own violin and bow. No tricks or backdoors. I find you to be a remarkable man and i feel we could be friends." Fiske held his hand out, his fingers covered in an array of silver and gold rings. 

Willem looked at the other's hand for a moment, the silver and gold rings on his fingers. Eventually he nodded a bit, a small smile appearing on his lips. "All right. I'll take your offer.", he said and shook Friske's hand. The young man was still a bit wary of him, but hearing that they could be friends made Willem curious. Being friends with a creature like this ... it might give him some advantages - as well as the perfect bow.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

The young man listened to what the other had to say, his expression changing from confusion to interest. It was a tempting offer, that much he had to admit - the perfect bow, which violinist didn’t dream of that? "I guess I should feel honoured that you’re telling me this, then.", he said and handed the violin and bow back to Friske. "And a great offer, I just don’t know whether I should take it or not, to be honest." One could see from the way he looked at him that Willem didn’t quite trust him yet. He was wary of making deals of any sort after being pulled to this island after his deal with Maxwell.

He was right. Willem didn't trust this odd person, this stranger he only knew for some minutes now. But he could tell that Friske's smile was a honest one, and having the perfect bow ... if he really only had to get him the three things he had mentioned, what should go wrong? "So ... only those things you mentioned and you'll make me that bow? Nothing else, no tricks or backdoors?", the young man replied, eyeing the other warily. He'd only agree if what Friske said was the truth.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

Willem took the instrument from him with a small nod, and took some moments to look at it. There was something about this violin he couldn’t quite grasp, but he was able to tell that it was special. No Stradivari for sure, but something different. He plucked at the strings with his thumb, before lifting the instrument to his chin and weighing the bow in his hand. It was lighter than his own bow, a rather unpleasant feeling, and as he wanted to play, he winced at how terrible even a simple E sounded. What was that? He was sure he had hit the correct note, but even when he tried to play nothing but blank strings, it didn’t work. Frowning, he looked at the bow and the violin, once again plucking at the strings. "… That violin isn’t normal at all, is it?", he eventually concluded and looked at Friske with raised brows.

The young man listened to what the other had to say, his expression changing from confusion to interest. It was a tempting offer, that much he had to admit - the perfect bow, which violinist didn't dream of that? "I guess I should feel honoured that you're telling me this, then.", he said and handed the violin and bow back to Friske. "And a great offer, I just don't know whether I should take it or not, to be honest." One could see from the way he looked at him that Willem didn't quite trust him yet. He was wary of making deals of any sort after being pulled to this island after his deal with Maxwell.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

The young man raised a brow at Friske’s words, his mood obviously soured a little by the fact the the other had simply lied to him so blatantly. Hearing him play though, Willem’s expression softened again, almost bringing the hint of a smile back to his face. The song hadn’t been bad at all. "Of course I’d like to play.", he replied to his question, the smile now really coming back. He’d never say no to showing his skills, and he was interested in seeing how Friske’s violin was to play, as he didn’t have his own instrument with him.

Willem took the instrument from him with a small nod, and took some moments to look at it. There was something about this violin he couldn't quite grasp, but he was able to tell that it was special. No Stradivari for sure, but something different. He plucked at the strings with his thumb, before lifting the instrument to his chin and weighing the bow in his hand. It was lighter than his own bow, a rather unpleasant feeling, and as he wanted to play, he winced at how terrible even a simple E sounded. What was that? He was sure he had hit the correct note, but even when he tried to play nothing but blank strings, it didn't work. Frowning, he looked at the bow and the violin, once again plucking at the strings. "... That violin isn't normal at all, is it?", he eventually concluded and looked at Friske with raised brows.

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Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

The frown stayed and Willem simply looked at the other one. Sure, Friske was strange and probably not entirely human, but killing with music? That didn’t sound right. "What use is music if it does nothing but kill? Music is made to make people feel something, to be taken away by it. To make them sad or happy or thoughtful, to make them remember something or forget their pain.", he said, "Music that kills isn’t good for anything, it’s utterly useless. What’s the point of killing people anyway?" The disgust was clearly audible in his voice in his last sentences. Even though his father was a member of the military, Willem despised murder without any reason.

The young man raised a brow at Friske's words, his mood obviously soured a little by the fact the the other had simply lied to him so blatantly. Hearing him play though, Willem's expression softened again, almost bringing the hint of a smile back to his face. The song hadn't been bad at all. "Of course I'd like to play.", he replied to his question, the smile now really coming back. He'd never say no to showing his skills, and he was interested in seeing how Friske's violin was to play, as he didn't have his own instrument with him.

If I had a dollar for every time a musician made me feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, I’d be filthy, FILTHY rich.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

Willem already thought that he had found a familiar mind in this odd person, until Friske made the next comment. The young man frowned and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What do you mean by that?", he replied, "Everybody can say that they’re good at playing violin, but I only heard you play one simple chord so far, which is not very impressive. If you want me to believe you, prove it." He could literally smell the challange, and was eager to hear how the other played.

The frown stayed and Willem simply looked at the other one. Sure, Friske was strange and probably not entirely human, but killing with music? That didn't sound right. "What use is music if it does nothing but kill? Music is made to make people feel something, to be taken away by it. To make them sad or happy or thoughtful, to make them remember something or forget their pain.", he said, "Music that kills isn't good for anything, it's utterly useless. What's the point of killing people anyway?" The disgust was clearly audible in his voice in his last sentences. Even though his father was a member of the military, Willem despised murder without any reason.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

Willem already thought that he had found a familiar mind in this odd person, until Friske made the next comment. The young man frowned and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What do you mean by that?", he replied, "Everybody can say that they're good at playing violin, but I only heard you play one simple chord so far, which is not very impressive. If you want me to believe you, prove it." He could literally smell the challange, and was eager to hear how the other played.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

Willem frowned a bit when Friske started speaking again. That man was truly strange, and when he said that he was a ‘water spirit’, the musician took a step backwards once again. "Wait, what?", he mumbled and stared at Friske longer than it would be considered to be poilte. He shook his head a bit, unable to grasp what he had been told. This place was full of strange creatures but … a water spirit? So far most things had made sense to him in some way, but not this.

The musician simply listened to what the other said and then watched him vanish into the pond for a bit. He was pretty sure he wouldn't go fishing here at any time anymore ... Nevertheless, Willem stayed until Friske reappeared at the surface. He was a bit confused about the question at first, but quickly recovered - sure, it was just polite to tell him about himself now. "Well, you know my name already. I'm a musician, a violinist - probably just like you, judging by the fact that you own a violin.", he replied, "I, uhm ... ended up on this island about half a year ago, maybe a bit longer." If he was back home he'd list his references and tell about his family and how his father was a famous man at the military, but all of that didn't count much in a place like this.

Dueling Violins (Closed rp with Starvingformusic)

The young man eyed him warily. This … person … seemed to have manners at least, and he obviously was a musician as well. But still, the whole ‘not getting wet even though being in the water’ issue made him frown. "… My name is Willem Groth.", he introduced himself, but didn’t extend his hand for the other to shake it. He didn’t trust this Friske person. "I don’t want to seem rude, but … Why does water have no effect on either you or your violin? I mean, you should be soaked, and the violin, well, terribly damaged, but yet neither seems to be the case."

Willem frowned a bit when Friske started speaking again. That man was truly strange, and when he said that he was a 'water spirit', the musician took a step backwards once again. "Wait, what?", he mumbled and stared at Friske longer than it would be considered to be poilte. He shook his head a bit, unable to grasp what he had been told. This place was full of strange creatures but ... a water spirit? So far most things had made sense to him in some way, but not this.