Post the Twelfth: The Melodious Music

[mysilenceknot]

[If you are walking by the park you might find a secluded area where a man is sitting in the shade and playing the accoridan. This man would be Lemony. The music sounds something like this but he isn't singing. Just sitting there and playing away]

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[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

[He blinks, slightly startled and looks over]

Ah there is.

An....acquaintance of mine wrote it for me. For my first book.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

How fascinating!

[There was something that gripped him to his seat and he wanted to learn more.]

Would I be indulged in learning more of this tale you constructed?

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

Unfortuneatly the tales in my books are not fictional.

For many years I have record the terrible history of the three Baudelaire orphans and their attempts to escape the greedy clutches of the wicked Count Olaf. This way the whole world will know their story and horrendous deads the Count has commited.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He looks thoughtful for a moment and nods slowly.]

A truly gripping story indeed. Those children needed to have their story told and by doing so, that is a heroism that goes without saying for those that read it.

I am curious now, did the children manage to escape his terrible grasp of tyranny?

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

[There is an agitated look]

At the moment I can't be sure. I happened to be taken away before I was able to finish my investigations.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He notices this expression and nods.]

I am sorry. To know that you care and the despair you suffer, I respect you all the more. I hope that you can return to finish your investigation and I will do my best to ensure that you return safely.

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

[You are an odd person sir. He sighs]

Thank you. I have certain responsiblities that I need to attend to when I get home.

[Not just the three children but Be..his niece. He'd promised himself he'd finally meet her]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[His upper lip twitches slightly. It may not be something that he can fulfill alone but he will try.]

As do the most of us.

[He looked at the accordian with a curios expression.]

How does this work? It has....so many buttons.

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

Which is why working together will no doubt be advantagous to all of us.

[And that's just his way of saying, he doesn't expect you to]

Oh it's quite simple.

[Moves the accoridian over to show him]

The keyboard is on one side and the buttons are on the other. You use them while pumping the instuament so the air flows through and creates the sound.
It takes time to memorize all of them but there are only so many notes after all.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

A fascinating instrument indeed.

[He takes a closer look at it and begins examining the accordion with intent interest.]

Where can someone purchase one?

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

In a music store I would suppose. This one was returned to me by the town.

[There is a flicker of a smile on his face as he looks at his intrament.]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He furrows his brow in thought for a split second and looked at his hands before rubbing them.]

I suppose some returns offer merit whilst others are less than welcomed.

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

Yes...

[His eyes flicker to his ankle before looking over at Crane]

I take it you recieved something more unwelcome back?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He showed his hands. The bleeding finally stopped.]

Yes and the memories that go along with it.

[mysilenceknot.livejournal.com]

I see.

[Looking at hands]

Those look like they would be painful memories indeed.