String Carols by Candlelight

[Kray]

Had he preferred this event when it had been in the museum instead of a church, yes sure but well carols and churches did kind of go together didn't they. Adding a nostalgic kind of weight to it, so for tonight the giant swallows his reservations on the matter and ducks into the dim candlelight, although he cant help not hardening his mask, if someone caught a glimpse in here, oh the fear he could induce, shortly before the pitchforks came out and he had to scarper anyway.

But for now he sits mostly in the shadows of the more deserted back rows letting the screaming children and the publicly pious have their way up front preferring to sit in a rare still silence out of sight, well as out of sight as a looming giant with an air of menace can be be anyway. And just listen.

[Saber Sloth]

Ported from discord, currently open! Kray just to make sure you have the notification for this scene!

[Circe]

Tis the season to be saintly...or at least try. Circe is uncertain if she is actually TRYING to reconnect to her childhood religion memories or the somewhat hypocritical habits of her old Familia. Respect for the faith was still instilled in her to a degree though. Hence the silver cross a top her rather restrained for a Fairest attire. More notable and odd feeling for the violent Summer monarch was the lack of arms or armiger upon her person. She shouldn't need, but habits. Unless she was very, very, very determined with the little purse full of candy canes she had on her. It was in the spirit of the season and such.


Still, it was odd to be around so many mundies and their innocent ignorance of that which bumps around in the shadows. The scowl has to be removed before her ire warms up the church as she avoids joining the front rows. Too many seniors and small children, thank you but no. She makes her way towards the back, trying to find some place to...brood? Reminisce?


It was confuzzling feelings okay?!

Huzzha! First scene back, hi!

[Kray]

As the piano starts into Angels we have heard on high the giants gaze shifts back into the present moment from whatever memory of not entirely true reality he had slipped into and falls onto the blue elf in the red Santa dress, he seemed to recall Circe being at one of these before, which makes it less surprising to see her here now. Shifting his the seat, well two he is taking up the deep voice is quirt but carries none the less. "Uh. You look like you could use a dark corner." Shifting over causing the plastic legs to complain as his weight moves, and offers a seat to the summer queen if she would like one.

The first of very many more to come I hope *Waves enthusiastically * Hi Origins!

[Circe]

Circe blinks as she looks into the shadows as her revere is broken by a familiar, deep voice. She had good eyes for the dark, better if she cheats, but hey it is Kray. Giving an excitable, for Kray, greeting to her no less. And he certainly has seats to share with that offer and size. "A sizeable offer, quite generous good sir," she smiles as she nods at the offer. And joins him at the seat.


She ponders for a moment then shrugs, "Merry Christmas season John. Vibing good in shadows or just a holy tonight?"

[Kray]

"Hm. Merry Christmas Mary." The greeting might be generic, but he wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it, a rare show of sentiment towards another living thing from the cannibal. He doesn't turn as he talks though, instead still facing forward focus loosely on the musicians. "Uh. If I'm using the term right, vibing." The giant might be reasonably well connoted but he is not particularly down with the lingo of the youths of today. "Ah. Not my normal style, but I like the tunes this time of yeah, they've been around an awful lot longer then I have, and stayed the same." In the bleak mid winter was still in the bleak mid winter regardless of the intervening time spent elsewhere. Not one of the list tonight sure, but the point applied to several that were. "Uh. Same thing or something else get you though the doors?" The summer queen could be smuggling who knows what in that dress, he knew her for being skilful with outfits.

[Circe]

Circe isn't offended by Kray not looking at her. Whether it is issues or keeping a low profile, it is not an issue as attention isn't a source of price for this Fairest. Plus, the serene music is most folks focus anyway. And she cannot disagree with Kray on the matter, "True enough. Probably the same sssstuff my grandparents sang for Christmas. Maybe more Italian and Latin though," that makes her give a sad smile. Incomplete memories and lives lost to the Lost.


And yes, she watched her language. Incomplete memories did include angry Nonna with a ruler for naughty language in the lord's house. Included done to made men no less, nobody messes with an upset Nonna.


"Nostalgia? Sad or comfort, I am not sure," she shakes her head. "The Italian accent comes with Italian heritage John," they were in public after all. "Big emphasis on the church. Ironic given the other familia heritage going on," she'd informed Kray of her being mafiaso born and raised. In her families defense, and her own, Circe cannot recall any of them ever denying being a hypocrite.


"Kind of soothing song, despite everything it dredges up," which added to the oddity of emotions for Circe. Rage was a high fiving partner for her these days. Being reminded of things and calmed by the same source...hard to explain emotions are. "Similar effect for you?"

[Kray]

The only Lain the giant had even the vaguest notion of was the very of word that came up in songs like this, and given these were string recitals that would be a grand total of none tonight. "Huh. Never heard them sung in anything other then English." Not having been big on belief in his mortal life, this connection had been unexpected but powerful none the less. "Hm. Do the instruments change at all?" If not then that could be why this was a strings only, something that appeals to all regardless of language.

A slow turn of his head, he understood what Circe was saying intense emotions, hard to define. "Huh. It can both can't it." He wasn't overly sad about the life he left behind, it hadn't been going anywhere he wanted to go. But there had been people, family friends, places and he feels that loss tonight.

As the conversation shifts to criminal roots, normally he might snort or chuckle darkly at the juxtaposition, but not today. "Uh. My lot not as much. They put a lot of focus on the big events sure, but the week to week wasn't there style." Baptisms, Weddings, Funerals and Christmas got the full nice suit and peace time rules. "Uh. You would be more likely to find the family members in the pews but not the those who worked for the firm." Using London slang might to be to much of a give away but no other word would do then the name.

A slow nod. "Uh. Yeah something like that. This." The music. "Hm. It brings out my best behaviour shall we say." It made it hard to even want to terrorise the people here. "Ah. It slows me down." A brief time with no schemes, no machinations no indulgences to quiet the hunger.

[Circe]

"Not really," she has to think for a second. "Latin for church. Italian for the, ahem, good old neighborhood," was a wait to put it. It really didn't change the instrumentation too much. "Still pipe organ for the former, still violins for the walking around to carol." She chuckles, "Also Stradivarius is Italian," Circe is somehow sounding like she is bragging and annoyed. Cultural heritage beaten into her skull by old folks. "My ancestors did more than build awesome roads and make good food. They also had regular contests with France over who made the best smelly cheeses or wines."


Circe has to bite her lip to keep from unleashing her standard laugh.


She hums in thought as Kray points at that she can take a third option. Then just nods in agreement as quite true.


"Fair enough," she shrugs as she understands whom Kray is talking about. "Guess they were less firm about those traditions then family was," which doens't mean she can't crack a joke or two. "Types of origins causing different cultural influences, different knights, yadda yadda," she waves it off. "Academic talk that'd detract from the season." Because whilst Circe could point out the origins of the cosanostra in Italy, again thank you elders, it was NOT something that was subtle to discuss. Nor would English organized crime be subtle to discuss. Unless they started comparing Godfather and Peaky Blinders. "Like comparing Cillian Murphy and Marlon Brando, not cricket in this situation."


"Mellowing out?" Circe thinks on that. Calming down instead of constantly going. Always preparing, fighting, recovering, and back to preparing in your mind, even when not in the flesh. Such is Summer. To just slow it up? Maybe Circe has already started to do as Kray is, seeing as how she currently has neither arms nor armors upon her person. Separation doesn't count. "Huh," she nods, "Sounds nice. Worth trying I'd say. Probably get the same in November with enough turkey."