maskormenace | voice 01

Um...hi.

...No, wait, hold on a second. This is so awkward. Hello, um, imPorts. My name is Olive. Olive Silverlock. ...And I feel like I'm introducing myself as the new kid in front of my whole class, so this is about as much fun for me as it is for you.

[She pauses, what sounds like a breath being taken slightly audible from the recording.]

So! Yeah. New kid in town. In the world. You know I feel like I heard stories about this kind of thing happening, but it only really happened to the "superheroes" from where I live. Honestly it's so weird and I feel a little bit...guilty, I guess.

Not that this place doesn't seem great, but I'm not...interested in this hero stuff. Seems like such a big deal around here and it just weirds me out. [She pauses again, contemplating for a moment what more to say. Then she remembers something.] My friend though - Maps - would be in love with this place. If she was here I mean. If she was then she'd probably be screaming in my ear right now about getting to be a real life superhero, and going on team missions and stuff like that. I bet she'd get powers that would help her...I dunno, raid dungeons or solve puzzles? She plays a lot of roleplaying games like that sort.

[Are dungeons even a thing here? She has no clue. The town she got placed in seems like a rough area in particular, but no more rough than what she's used to seeing in Gotham City.]

...Well, okay, this is a disaster so I'm going to stop talking now and try to be a normal person.

[Hah. Normal. She wishes to be more normal.]

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Really? [That's not what she expected. He seems a little too bold for just that. This hero business must be getting into her head too much.] Do you...mind playing a short song right now then?

--Oh! uhhh...[That request actually catches him off guard for a moment. It's one thing to play for a private audience, but he's still actually pretty self-conscious about broadcasting something across the network. Still, he'll never deny someone's request for a song.]

Sure! I can play something. Hold on...

[There's some shuffling around on his end as he carefully changes the settings from public to private. Then, after some more audible shifting, she can hear him take a second to make sure his guitar is properly tuned.

Once he's ready, he doesn't bother giving any sort of preamble. What follows is a canción ranchera, the style very much in line with traditional Mexican music. The tune is light and every bit of Manolo's own creation, although it might vaguely remind Olive a tiny bit of this little ditty here.

♫ He wonders what she would think if he sang out of tune. If Olive lends him his ears, though, he says he'll sing her a song, and he'll try his best not to sing out of key.

He poses the question of what he does when his love is away. Does it worry him to be alone? How does he feel by the end of the day? Is he sad because he's on his own? No, because he gets by with a little help from his friends. He'll try with a little help from his friends.

Does he believe in love at first sight? Yes, he's certain that it happens all the time. What does he see when he turns out the lights? Manolo isn't certain, but he can tell it's his. He'll get by with a little help from his friends.

He'll try with a little help from his friends...♫

After repeating the chorus one more time, the song reaches its conclusion, and Manolo's fingers finally grow still. The song came straight from his heart, each word serving as a bridge into his soul. It's no wonder, then, that he stays silent as he anxiously waits for her reaction.]

[She waits for him and notices him changing it to private, but doesn't mind. He just must be shy - she understands the feeling. She would never want people to hear her singing unless they were part of a crowd during a choir performance.

She waits with patience until she hears the first sign of music coming out and playing. It's a vaguely familiar tune, but she doesn't think much of it when she closes her eyes and lets the music play into her ears. The lyrics immediately make her smile and giggle smally, trying not to be too loud so he wouldn't get distracted. As it goes on she thinks of her own friends, and how close she's become to them in a short time. She thinks about the friends she wants to make here, to help them and maybe even rely upon.

Mostly she just doesn't think and lets the song flow in and out of her, while still leaving something behind. In the middle, as she's gotten a bit of the song in her, she hums along with the tune lowly behind her smile. When the song ends she almost doesn't realize it, until silence hangs in the air and it's all over.

Once she's certain that nothing will continue she opens her minds and begins to clap loudly, but realizes that might not be enough. So she quickly, rather impulsively even, clicks on the video function. Her smile is wide and she's still clapping, the word "impressed" not even to capture how well he did. How happy he made her feel with the song alone.]

That was so beautiful! You're really an amazing player and singer.

[Seeing her switch to video so suddenly compels Manolo to do the same. His happy smile is tinged with the relief that comes from seeing someone embrace such a personal piece of himself.]

Really? [He knows his style doesn't necessarily mesh with modern sensibilities, so hearing other people insist that he's quite good even by today's standards still comes as something of a surprise, albeit a pleasant one.] I'm truly glad you think so, señorita. Thank you for listening, and for your kind words. Such praise makes a guitarrista's heart sing.

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