750: Kendo Club
ReticentLily wrote:
Say one floor per post.MinNin wrote:
F773: The NonExistant floors.
Floors 773-776 are non existant
F777: The F777 floor.
F777 music only
Reaction: 772 tiles. Woah!
Achromalia wrote:
ReticentLily wrote:
MinNin wrote:
F773: The NonExistant floors.
Floors 773-776 are non existant
F777: The F777 floor.
F777 music only
Reaction: 772 tiles. Woah!
Say one floor per post.
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Floor 774: Abandoned Studio Warehouse__
Exiting the elevator, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. It's cold... and quite large. Looking up ahead, you can make out a distant figure, the shape of a run-down piano. It heavily contrasts against the vacancy of the room. Everything is so nicely quiet and serene, it's as if it hadn't been occupied in decades.
You take a moment to rest a while, and lay down on the dusty but smooth concrete tiles, looking up to see intricate arrays of metal trusses and little shoddy diagonal rooftop windows letting in a little bit of light.
You're tired, and desperately need sleep after the day you've had especially after crossing some of the past floors. Though the ground is rather hard, and there's no cushion of any sort, you do feel quite comfortable with sleeping here. A gentle slumber settles in.
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Finally, you've gotten some rest. A nice light breeze flows by, and though you'd like to stay here a while longer, you've got more floors to get through. Catching a glimpse of the old piano from earlier, you're... strangely entranced by it.
Approaching it, you find that the keys are intact, and that the bench is still fairly sturdy. Seating yourself, you decide to play a little before you leave. The keys feel quite nice, and you think it'd be interesting to try out a little something in D minor.
Slowly pressing each key, from a couple intervals, then to a few chords, it's as if your thoughts and feelings just... pour out into the song. It's a very calm melody, but... it seems so heavy. The mood is rather dark, and though enchanting, your own song is almost haunting you with a reflection of who you are. The leading melody comes to a fragile set of notes, settling down to just a group of repeating intervals, slowed down to a final melancholic chord.
You're content with the song, and wish you could play a little longer, but you have to go now. Stepping away from the piano, you look back to where you came from, and take in the sight of this room. It's a pretty nice place, really.
Walking up to the elevator, you prepare yourself for what's to come, and enter.