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Subject Post 1Subject: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Tue Jan 09, 2018 4:50 pm
It was cold, much like any other day in Russia. The snow was falling, the wind was howling, and the weather itself was almost completely unmanageable. Such was Russia, but tonight not even the weather could stop the concert that was about to enter into town, and that was because most of the noble dignitaries who had set up this concert refused to allow it to be so. It had taken some effort and many months of planning to get the highest rated orchestra to come to capital, but they had accomplished their goal. Weather would not deny them the fine sounds of wind, string, and percussion instruments playing in tandem to produce a symphony of joy, sadness, or mystery. Yet as the hour to kick off began and the doors opened early to allow nobles, businessman, and ambassadors entrance into the large concert hall where the magic was to begin, a lone figure stood out from the crowd.
He had dressed the best he could, purchasing with what little money he had left after obtaining a ticket, a nice ensemble of dress clothes that didn't suit him too well, but still made him look dashing none the less. He still, however, stood out against the rest of the crowd, all of which were wearing hand tailored clothes, and looked to be way above his social standing. Not that he had a social standing to begin with, after all he was only visiting. Steiner Franz stood in the main hall that would lead into the concert hall itself once the doors opened and he stood relatively alone. Not really bothering to socialize and distancing himself from people who seemed way too pompous or too into themselves to care for other people, Steiner remembered the day that he had first picked up learning the piano.
It had happened when he was the age of five, much like his brother before him, his parents had decided to give him a musical education, and it didn't matter how he felt about it. When he had first started out, he had hated it, and that was because he always seemed to mess up the songs he was trying to learn and while his teacher was more than forgiving, his parents were not. After every screw up and every failed lesson, Steiner would receive a beating, or worse have to spend a night in the hospital to recover from being shoved down some stairs or beaten till he was too broken to move. Over time, he began to appreciate music, as it was one of the few times that he could escape from the hell that was his home, and he improved slowly over time as his love and appreciation grew. He was no musical genius and no master pianist, but he was at least skilled enough to play beautiful music for people that would listen to him. In a way, that was more than enough for him, but it had never been enough for his parents.
However, Steiner wasn't here to reminisce, he was here to see his old teacher play in the orchestra in front of all these people. He had received a letter a few days back, his teacher telling him that he had finally made it big, much like he had wanted to do when he was younger. The teacher invited him, stating that though he couldn't afford to buy him a ticket that he would love for him, and all his former students to show up to listen to him play. Steiner couldn't refuse and as such made a trip out here, at a hefty price mind you, to see the beautiful music that would be played by his former teacher. Still, even knowing someone in the orchestra did not make Steiner feel comfortable around all these people who were more inclined to talk about business, or politics than to talk about the audio bliss they were about to receive. Steiner shrugged, he supposed it took all types.
Walking past several of these snobby people and making his way over to the long doors leading back to the outside, Steiner decided to get some fresh air. Too many hot heads and too many over inflated egos were suffocating him inside and he supposed the cold air of Russian winter would do him better than the warmth of this craziness. So, he went outside, loosening his tie as he did so, and making his way down several stairs till he reached the bottom. He had time before the concert and he would rather breathe than be suffocated before it.
Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Tue Jan 09, 2018 11:16 pm
The Quincy Prodigy
The ticket had arrived at her doorsteps not more than a couple of weeks before the designated date. There was no name from the sender. There was only the pertinent information about a concert to be held in Russia. Upon reading the ticket, she produced a smile that elicited feelings of nostalgia and welcomed content. While Sofia didn’t know the artist personally, she knew of him. During her upbringing, the girl had been taught by more than just qualified Quincy personal, but also very renowned and accomplished musicians. Against her parents wishes, they had nonetheless allowed her to continue her musical studies since she had shown a prodigious talent for it from an early age. Of course, so long as her Quincy training did not suffer as a consequence. Music had always been her first and true love. And it wasn’t until she came to value the importance of music, that she truly came to put the effort necessary to excel in her training as well, if anything, to maintain her beloved hobby. Eventually, the two would come to be her most treasured hobbies, and her biggest sources of renown. As it turned out, one of her musical professors knew the artist, and spoke highly of him.
That’s all the encouragement she really needed. Lately, she had been buried in work. From creating new and improved items and techniques for her people, to continuously improving her own skills for the potential of war looming on the horizon, she barely had the room to take a breather. Luckily for her, a recent encounter with the former emperor of the Quincy, Ghislain, seemed to be moving things forth in a better and smoother direction, but there was still far too much work to be done. More importantly, she hadn’t had a chance to truly enjoy her other passion. The more invested she became with her people, the less chances she had to continue enjoying her craft and that of others. One way or another, she needed to strike a balance, mainly for herself. And in a way, the concert was her means to become more reacquainted with what she loved, and a chance to get away from all the serious, the tedious, and the necessary.
The girl had not arrived late; she had gotten there just in time. Her outfit was neither too elegant to raise too many brows, nor too out of place to call unneeded attention to herself either. It was a simply fashion statement with oriental themes. The color scheme was still very Quincy-like while keeping her warm in a weather that was without a doubt unruly and treacherous to the unprepared. There were no visible weapons with her despite her believes that they should always be at hand. Luckily for their kind, they relied primarily on creating them from reishi, so should the situation arose, there should have been no problem. Just to be safe however, she had adapted the handle of one of her modified seele to be a part of the handle end of her umbrella. Should there be need, the handle could simply break apart and ready the weapon for use. Of course, the chances of it being needed were likely slim to none.
”Excuse me, but don’t you wish to go inside? It seems like its about to start.”
There was a bright and beaming smile as she spoke the young man at the entrance. He looked to be around her age. In fact, they likely were the same age if not a year apart at most. That was her assumption at least. It was also worth noting that the man possessed enough spiritual energy to separate him among the rest, something she found interesting and fascinating. Despite a large amount of people being spiritually aware, most did not have enough to truly comprehend the sheer magnitude of the energy he and Sofia projected, despite their best efforts to keep it under wraps. Should the guy have followed her in, she would have likely offered him to seat with her. Why? He had a certain look that while she didn’t fully understand, wasn’t completely foreign to her. He was uncomfortable in this kind of scenario. It couldn’t have been the music or the artist playing. If so, why was he there in the first place? It likely had to do with the people, and she could certainly understand why. Sofia belonged to the same social level as most people there. She hailed from a noble family with a long history of involvement with the Quincy. Their sphere of influence and reaches had made the Montero family well known across Europe, and far beyond the reaches of their home in Spain. Despite this, she could understand his distaste at the focal point of conversation on the stands. The girl wasn’t interested in business or politics. Her interests laid elsewhere. And so long as she was at the concert, her attention would remain primarily on it. Luckily for the two of them, once the music began, the insatiable bickering would stop.
”I have seats over here if you’d like.”
The seats were at the very front, with a near perfect view of the stage and as close to the artist as they could get without being up on stage. For some reason Sofia had enough tickets for herself and an extra seat. There was no one else coming however so who was it for or why exactly was an extra one available? It was hard to tell. However, if the young man had chosen to, he could have just as easily taken his own seat, wherever that was. Had he sat by her however, the girl would turn to him once more before the lights dimmed, and the music began.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Wed Jan 10, 2018 7:22 pm
Steiner's point for standing outside to escape the political and business garble that was seemingly fluctuating around the entire entrance hall had momentarily succeeded. Outside, in the cold, but extremely beautiful snow covered landscape of the capital Steiner could finally let his mind be at ease. He could focus on the thoughts of what sort of beautiful music he was about to listen to, after all if his teacher was playing he knew for a fact that he was in for quite the treat, and he wondered if his teacher would want to do something after. Surely, he would like to go out for drinks, or to go out for something to eat after playing in front of a large audience. More than likely a drink as he would want to calm his nerves and relax after probably a long day of practicing and then an even longer night of playing for the social elite. He stuck his hands in his pockets, to keep them warm mostly, but to also fiddle with the knives he had in his pocket, making sure they wouldn't stab him when he went to go sit down. Though he doubted he would need them, it was always good to have some form of protection just in case something did happen, and Steiner always had some form of weapon on his person as he felt naked otherwise.
He let out a long sigh, sending a great deal of steam from his open maw, and then was about to head back inside to rejoin the madness that was the geo-political theater the main hall had become when a voice stopped him from turning to enter. It was a pleasant voice, one that seemed to draw you in, and make you feel quite at peace with the world around you. The voice could have told him to drop dead or to die in a fire, but the pleasantness wouldn't have changed, he would still feel the warmth, and at peace. He turned his head slightly to the side, steel blue eyes peering around for the source of the voice only to lay those eyes upon true noble beauty. She stood there, clothed in an oriental style of dress the colors of blue and white accenting her short black hair and eyes that seemed to draw you in closer with their unique color that Steiner couldn't seem to place. For a moment Steiner couldn't believe that she was talking to him, turning his head to the side to see if there was anyone around him that could quite possibly be of a higher quality that himself.
Surely she couldn't be speaking to him? Some random man on the street that barely had an inch of unique quality to him outside of his fiery red hair and weirdly fitting suit that was a cheap imitation of a more expensive suit. After spending a few seconds of looking around he couldn't find anyone, not a single soul was outside save for the two of them thanks to the bad weather, and the confusion on his face turned to surprise. He turned his eyes back to the woman that had addressed him, trying his best not to stare, and not to make himself to appear weirder than he already appeared to be, he tried to open his mouth to say something. Only to find that no words were coming out, not because he had nothing to say, but because he didn't know how to phrase his words properly to not embarrass himself. A hint of red splayed across his cheeks, not from the cold, but from the sheer embarrassment that he was now just standing there, mouth open, and staring at her. He closed his mouth, a silent cheer internally could be heard reverberating within his psyche that at least he had some tact, and then he blinked a bit to try and stop the stare. Another silent cheer later and Steiner was now back at square one.
"Uh...", Steiner said as his mind did victory laps because it seemed that his entire vocabulary had not just stalled in front of this young lady. Another awkward silence later and Steiner finally got the nerve and became resolute as to not continue to embarrass himself and to put his best foot forward. He was a hero for crying out loud and he stepped bravely into fighting some of the nastiest things in existence, he surely could bravely talk to one of the prettiest things he had ever seen! "I came outside to clear my head.", progress was being made with each and every word and internal joy was being spread throughout his body with each syllable uttered. He was doing it, he was having a conversation! "I had hoped that people coming to see a concert would be more focused on the music than politics and business...guess I was wrong?", he said as he scratched the back of his head with one of his hands as he removed them from his pockets. Her smile seemed to infuse him with confidence as more words seemed to be forming in his head with each passing moment.
She ushered him inside with the realization that the concert was about to start, after all he had come here to see his teacher play, and wouldn't miss it even if he was on death's door. As he entered, following the young lady for a bit he couldn't help, but feel that there were more eyes on him. No, that wasn't accurate. It was more like there were eyes on her and by process of extension him as well. There were a few murmurs, albeit faint, of surprise that he was with the young lady attending this concert. Several of them tried to use his appearance as a means to label him as nothing more than her butler, someone who was there to make sure she was treated with utmost care, and little more. The sounds of surprised murmuring dissipated as they entered the concert hall which was both grandiose and decadent. For a moment Steiner stood at the entrance, mostly trying to find his seat, but also trying to see if he could spot his teacher from where he was standing. After not being able to spot his teacher, Steiner began to make his way to his seat only to be stopped once again by the young lady who hadn't, apparently, not left his side when they had entered the concert hall.
Internal screaming highlighted his surprise at the statement she had given him and he stood staring for a few more moments on the beauty as murmuring once again commenced around him."You...you want me to sit with you?", the young man asked his face a bit red and his eyes staring into her own in shock at the mere thought that someone like her would want to be caught sitting next to someone like him. He wasn't a noble, an ambassador, or even a businessman. He was some poor, low born hero that protected people, and tried to do his best to make the world a little bit safer for innocent people. Yet, he couldn't say no to her. Enthralled was probably the best word to use in describing how he was acting as he seemingly followed her, marching his way down aisle after aisle, a couple of times Steiner thought that they would stop, but finally they would reach their destination. The front row, the best seat in the house made better only by sitting next to someone as gorgeous as her. He tried to clear his mind, but things like this just didn't happen to guys like him!
He sat down next to her, nervously like a man going on his first tour of duty in some grand war, and tried his best to keep himself acting natural, though it was hard. As the lights dimmed and the music began to start to string up for the first song of many, she uttered her name to him, and he turned to look at her. "I'm Steiner, my friends call me Stein.", he said calmly, his mind going to ease as the music began to play. Still, he wondered why Sofia was taking time to spend with him, and why she had basically offered him probably the best seat in the house when he had his own. Maybe it was pity or maybe curiosity. Or maybe, just maybe she found him intriguing in some way or another, not that Steiner thought he was anything less than basic. As the music played his eyes would sometimes glance over at her, as if trying to figure her out, and to try and figure out her intentions, but eventually those glances stopped. Instead his eyes became closed as the beautiful music over took him, his hands momentarily from time to time fidgeting as if he were playing the piano as a beautiful symphony of sound washed over the hall.
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Sat Jan 13, 2018 12:05 pm
The afternoon had suddenly become a lot more interesting than she had anticipated. The concert and the music presented enough restless excitement beyond the advertised expectations of enjoyment. But to think that she would find someone her age there that enjoyed music as she did was an odd but pleasant surprise. And more importantly, that they seemed to possess enough spiritual presence to stand out as significant above the rest? He certainly had her attention. Nonetheless, she hadn’t approached him for any of the previous reasons. It had nothing to do either with the fact that she found his look easy on the eyes, and appealing. The girl had simply seen in him something that needed a bit of a push, or rather, a nudge. He was distraught for one or numerous reasons. It didn't matter what they were though. Truth of the matter was, he couldn’t really enjoy himself and the art being shown if troubles continuously pestered his mind in an effort to bring him down. She’d help him up.
”It seems that the more money you have, and the more presence you have, the less they’re connected to the world around them, and what’s truly important.”
She knew what she said very well. Sofia hailed from a long line of Quincy with enough wealth to potentially buyout most of Europe. Her family, though devout to the Quincy and their cause weren’t exactly the most condescending with other beings. They lacked to see the bigger picture, and maintained a frame of mind that was very narrow despite well intended. It was a struggle for Sofia to overcome herself, and she still had issues with it. With as much power and knowledge as she had amassed despite her age, it was difficult not to let it get to her head. And frankly, at one point it certainly had. She continuously needed to remember why she did what she did, and what was truly important to avoid falling into the pitfalls most of the audience had already had fell onto.
As they walked in, Sofia quickly noticed the eyes on them, though she had a pretty good assumption of why it was. The girl was a celebrity in the musical field, and as such, many of the ones present had either gone to her concerts or simply knew of her. She wasn’t sure how well known her friend was, but by association it was likely most would have believed he was either a sibling, or a boyfriend, or a lover, or somewhere in between. Frankly, the woman didn’t really care; at least not as long as they didn’t come up to ask. Although typically harsh, critical, and firm with her people, Sofia wasn’t always like that. She was devoted to the law and justice, and her job as a Captain was to ensure that the military within the Wandenreich remained disciplined. However, with recurring thoughts of moving away from the organization to pursue her goals on her own, she had to admit she thought of the differences. The fact that she wouldn’t have to be so serious and stoic all the time, and that she could enjoy moments as she did now well, they were certainly worth it.
”Stein. I like that. It's kind of cute.”
It was pretty obvious that the boy was nervous. The signs had shown themselves ever since she began talking to him. However she never once drew the connection that it was because of her. She simply assumed that he wasn’t very sued to social situations. Or alternatively, perhaps he wasn’t very used to talking to girls specifically. Regardless of the reason, it only reassured her more of doing what she already had. Her next actions certainly wouldn’t have helped the situation, or perhaps they would. The outfit she wore on the outside was primarily meant to stave off the cold while being stylish. However, it was just out of place for the kind of environment she was in. As such, once they had found their seats, the girl simply got out of her winter clothes, and set them on a different chair by her. The outfit was then much more in tune with what one would expect at such a concert. It also happened to match well with Stein’s own outfit. It was simply a formal blue dress top with a matching colored skirt that reached about her upper thighs. The top was open some to reveal the white undershirt and yes, even show some of the heft of her gifted cleavage. No doubt she felt more comfortable like that, though before leaving she would surely need to put back on all those garments. In any case, as the music started, the girl would whisper something in his ear very softly. She was close enough for lips to grasp his earlobes, but she didn’t want to interrupt the music or get in the way of anyone’s listening experience. She was simply curious. Did Stein just like music that much? Perhaps he was related to the guy. Or more importantly, there was a chance that he too was a musician as she was.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Sat Jan 13, 2018 1:41 pm
Things had indeed gotten very interesting this particular afternoon as the young hero of honor had not expected to be graced with the presence of someone so high classed and refined, but also of similar ideals to his own. It is why he was so staggered by her reply to his question. Was this girl for real? Was she just pulling his leg and making a jest? Was this an elaborate prank set up by his former teacher to have a huge laugh after the concert was over at his expense? To him, at least at the moment, he had no idea how to feel, but one thing was absolutely certain at that point and time to him: He felt a connection to her. Many people joked about the concept of love at first sight and always seemed to talk about how cliche and completely impossible it was. But the combination of her looks and the way that she had replied to his question had him hooked like a fish on a line just waiting to be reeled in. It was why he couldn't keep his eyes off her, the way she walked with elegance, and purpose. The only thing stopping Steiner from acting like an out of control beast was his will and the mere understanding that he was a gentlemen and that wasn't how gentlemen acted.
So he acted like a gentleman, controlling his passions, and focusing on being as polite as he possibly could. "You would think with all the money and presence that most of these people had they would be doing some good for the people. I know I would if I was put in the same position.", he spoke with honesty because he had no reason to lie and besides even if he tried to lie he was never good at it. Sticking to the truth was much easier for him and though the truth had at times put the young man in harm's way he would rather take the horrors that stood before him for speaking without facade than dealing with the repercussions of being found to be dishonest. To be dishonest to him, was to be like the people who had abused him, and robbed him of what little childhood he had. And he would never be like them, he would rather die than be a scoundrel. That was just how extreme Steiner's dedication to fostering justice and protecting the weak was, it was to the point that he would rather end himself than be the cause of an innocent person's sorrow.
As she told him her name, he had responded to her in kind, and even gave her the nickname that all his friends referred to him as. The mere mentioning of his nickname being cute caused Steiner's face to go red a bit, easily visible on his pale, white, unblemished cheeks. He quickly composed himself letting out a bit of a cough as he tried his best to salvage the situation. Internally he shouted at himself to remember to be a gentlemen, but his hormones and the fact that Sofia was probably the most beautiful young lady he had seen in all of his life were easily struggling to take control of the young man's psyche. He pushed them down deep, nodding his head in reply to her statement, mostly due to the fact that he thought if he opened his mouth at this point he would say something stupid, and make himself feel like more of an idiot than he already was.
So instead he remained quiet, nervous and wound up, but quiet. Which was probably the only thing that had gone according to plan so far for the young man since he had arrived here. Though, having a girl like her sitting next to him was definitely not a bad thing, and neither was it an unwelcome variation from the plan of just having a casual time at a concert. In fact it was an improvement. Yet, he knew for a fact that he probably looked quite a bit nervous, and so far, much to his luck, she had not guessed what was making him nervous. Otherwise she probably would have left him right then or there, well probably not, she would probably call down an usher to escort him outside where he could spend the rest of his night out in the Russian winter.
Luckily for him the sounds of the music beginning to be played had forced them both to be silent, he doubted that he could hold a relevant conversation at that point anyway. Unless Sofia was fond of having her ears nervously chattered off by a guy who was too smitten to form coherent phrases or complete sentences. So, he closed his eyes, and allowed the music to take him. For a while the sound of music allowed him to unwind and drop the nervousness, he found himself afloat in an ocean of sounds that made him feel truly alive. It reminded him of the first time his teacher had played for him. At the time he had just watched his teacher with wide eyes, amazed that anything so beautiful could be crafted so flawlessly, and elegantly through the will of one person and the skills of deft hands. It was a good memory, maybe one of the few that he had up in his head, and was arguably one of his most cherished memories at that. The sound of movement next to him, however snapped him out of the almost trance like state that he was in, his head turning, and his eyes opening a bit to glance at the source.
Had Steiner been wiser, he would have been able to just tune out the distraction, but Steiner was not a wise man. However, he couldn't help, but feel he was probably the luckiest man in the whole hall as he stared upon Sofia dressed as she was. She had discarded the beautiful winter clothes for a more basic business like attire, but the sight of her looking like he did returned the feelings of desire that he had only momentarily repressed. He found himself staring, taking in all of the sights while his mind ran a million miles a second, rejoicing, and thanking the gods for the opposite sex. He quickly turned his head, an action that took far more willpower than he had ever used before in his life, and quickly looked back at the musicians playing their hearts out for the people in attendance while his heart was beating like it wanted to get out and break dance for the whole world to see. That is when he felt it, so close to him.
Hot breath on his ear and the smell of a sweet perfume caused his heart to skip a beat, for a moment he thought he would die right then, and there. He had to fight the urge to turn and kiss her or at least tell her how beautiful she was, but he was quickly brought back to rationality so that he could control his thoughts if only for a second. He turned to her after hearing her question, his eyes glancing down at certain points that no gentlemen should be caught staring at only to snap back to her face which in itself was beautiful. "The man playing the piano taught me how to play. I wasn't anywhere near as good as him, but he still called me his favorite student.", Steiner whispered with a smile, his face way more flush than before due to just how close she was to him. "How about you...why are you here this evening?", he asked quietly as he gazed upon her face with at least some level of lucidity.
Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:47 am
The Quincy Prodigy
”That’s part of the problem, you see. I’m not defending them, but it's difficult to pass judgement when you’re not in their shoes.”
Nothing excused their behavior, and Sofia wasn’t trying to either. She simply enjoyed playing devil’s advocate. After all, though Steiner was right, he was also wrong. It was very easy to say one wouldn’t do such things if they were in a similar circumstances, but those were just words; empty words. It was akin to saying a powerful warrior would not become a tyrant if he was the strongest in the universe and ruler of all. Yea, right. People were inherently a certain way since birth, and that was molded and shaped by their experiences and interactions. But nonetheless, power was as great of an influence as any. And for people who couldn’t do the things Sofia and Stein could with their energy, money was power. She liked to believe the reason she wasn’t like them was because to her, power was defined as skill and competence in battle. And constantly sizing herself up against truly colossal beings always left room for growth and improvement and a certain level of humility.
As soon as the music started, the girl would close her eyes and smile. The artist was indeed talent as she had expected. With light and barely noticeable bobs to her head she tried to take the music in and break it down into beautiful segments. Not many could understand and become as in tune with it as she could. Only those who lived for it, or who played it on a regular basis could understand. Breaking her momentary melodic trance, the girl turned quickly to face Stein once he had spoken. The suddenness and the fact he had gotten closer and she hadn’t anticipated caused their noses to bump against each other.
“Oh! Sorry about that.”
The first word was said a little louder before a grasping cough behind them made her continue speaking on a more whisper-like fashion. Sofia didn’t seem all the embarrassed. If anything, she was just sorry to have bumped him. She was however thrilled to find out he wasn’t just an avid musical lover but he had also played it as well. In many ways, he was really similar to her, and that was a welcomed and refreshing breath of air.
”I’ve had many teachers. Although I’ve learned a number of instruments, my focus has been on the violin. You might have heard of some of my work in the musical business. I’m usually labeled by my records company and the press as The Melody.”
Most would have known her, even those that didn’t really listen to much music. After all, Sofia didn’t just do classical music. She was featured in plenty of the hottest artists’ songs as she created quite the melodic and fast paced pieces to go with their songs. It was just fine if he didn’t know her however; she didn’t mind. But with as nice as the evening had turned out to be, she was sure not to let it end with the music. Later on, once the concert had ended, she’d probably propose the two of them go out to eat somewhere and keep the feel good wheels turning.
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Sun Jan 21, 2018 6:48 pm
While it was absolutely true that he could not put himself into another person's shoes and it made things complicated when it came to judging someone Steiner still couldn't believe half these people. Most of them were profiting from business deals on both sides, playing the good, and the bad for extreme profit. War profiteering was wrong, no matter how hard one tried to debate it, and Steiner had to control his instincts to lash out at these people. People who valued the all mighty dollar more than the lives of the species that occupied the Earth. "I know that is hard to pass judgement when I haven't seen their side, but it is hard to see their side of things when they talk about how much money they are making off of war time dealings., Steiner said smoothly and analytically, if there was one thing that triggered emotional response within the young human it was the suffering of others. He couldn't ignore the emotional response even if he wanted to.
People were molded by their experiences, honed like a finely tuned instrument, or a beautiful weapon for some purpose or another. For Steiner, he had always seen the side that had been walked on, and treated like dirt because he himself had been treated that way. He had always sympathized with the poor, the mistreated, and the hopeless as they had so much in common with himself. It is why his ideals were so sound, so precisely tuned to the opposite wave lengths of the group around him that the mere thought of walking a mile in these market tycoon's shoes made him sick. They were exploiters, Steiner was not, and he would never be an exploiter. If that meant he would die because of that fact, because he stuck to his guns and his ideals, he was more than willing to face that head on, because heroes were just that way. A hero to him was an image of the people's need to be protected, an image that had was unwavering, and was constant in its want to insure the safety of the masses.
Steiner had been so lost in his thoughts that when she had turned to speak to him, bumping into his nose as she had done so, it had almost spooked him. That spooked emotion was then completely override by a sudden rise of embarrassment that took over. Could she see how red his face was, just how her almost innocent actions were winding him up like a children's toy? While they may have indeed been innocent or not, she made him feel flustered, and her admiration for music was indeed, at some psychological level, a turn on as well. He had felt this level of completely helpless before, but that had been on the fields of battle, no this helplessness came from a rising sensation he felt in his heart and his mind. He felt like he had just gone through ten rounds of intense training, his heart beating irregularly, and his breath shallow.
Her loud apology having drawn the ire of some of those in attendance, Steiner would shoot them a death glare, and they would look away. While Sofia may have appeared to be nothing more than a young lady who was innocent, Steiner's eyes, and his demeanor had made them go absolutely silent, not wanting to anger him in the slightest. "There isn't a need to be sorry... I should be the one apologizing for getting so close. If I had been any closer who knows what might have happened.", he said with an innocent smile on his face. He knew what would have happened if he had been closer, but he had a feeling that only one of them would have truly enjoyed it. He doubted she felt much for him at all, outside of minor curiosity as to what type of person he was. After all, he had been the odd one standing outside by himself, and stood out just enough to be noticed. Who could, after all, be interested in a guy like him?
"I've heard of The Melody brand, I didn't know that it was owned by such a stunning beauty though.", Steiner said letting slip some of the thoughts that he had been thinking all night long. He covered his mouth, all the while internally kicking his own ass, and planning his own escape if she took it the wrong way. Smooth move, dumb ass! Now she knows what you think of her. Suppose the truth had to come out at some point, hopefully her rich aristocrat boyfriend doesn't try to send a hit out on you, and you can walk off the feeling of shame when she laughs in your face about what you said.
Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Fine Music, Fine Company (Sofia/Steiner) Fri Jan 26, 2018 8:23 pm
The Quincy Prodigy
Smiling, Sofia would simply nod in agreement. There was much more that could be talked about in the back and forth that revolved around morals, and how views changed or didn’t in the presence or absence of wealth and power. However, that was neither the time nor the place. There was a very big reason why Sofia had chosen not to take the lead of the Vandenreich despite being its strongest member, and why she continued to be the Captain of the Jagdarmee instead of a higher position of leadership. Politics bored her. It was all arguing and discussions. And while often times someone was right, and someone was wrong, the balance and difference of opinions usually led to sour aftermaths. That was something she preferred to avoid. There were simply so many better ways to pass the time, be they with music or swept away in the welcoming embrace of battle, or the struggle of arduous training.
As she spoke the words, there was a rather distinct smile that looked as playful as it was flirtatious, as Sofia shrugged at the same time. Did it indicate that she wouldn’t mind had they gotten to close for something else to happen? Maybe. Maybe not. Did it matter? Not really. Sofia was well beyond feeling bad about having a little fun here and there, Granted she still had her decency and what not, but she no longer held herself back from fun times at the expense of the judgement of others. What he said thereafter did catch her by surprise, and even elicited the slightest of pink hues to be visible across her cheeks. However, it was so faint one could have easily missed it, specially given the lackluster lighting by the seats. He was easy on the eyes as well, but she hadn’t entertained the thought that he thought the same thing.
”Thank you, flattering, but thank you.”
She knew she didn’t look that bad, but she never truly thought of her as all that. After all, her focus and priority were placed on training, the Quincy, and music. That left very little time to care for herself as much as perhaps some other girls did. Nonetheless, she appreciated his compliment. With the music getting close to its finale, she wondered whether the concert would mark the end of their meeting. Would they continue their fun somewhere else, perhaps a bar or a different location, or would they part ways for the time being? She was about to find out. For certain the evening would turn out to be rather eventful nonetheless. Once more, music had been the saving grace and the outlet through which better things came to pass, and better times were bound to come.