[ He had given Clive his contact info awhile ago, but unfortunately he’s not one to reach out to people so casually. Clive’s not entirely one for small talk, so hopefully you’ll forgive him for the sudden message out of the blue: ]
Hello.
[ Great start, great start. ]
Verso, was it? I apologize we haven’t spoken in some time, but I had hoped I could use your assistance on something. Whenever you’ve the time.
[First off, the message comes as a bit of a surprise to Verso, not having heard from Clive from quite some time.
Secondly, add to the fact that he hasn't quite used something like the shellphone before, it takes him some time to even navigate to wherever he was supposed to find this message. Let alone, reply to it.
So, this reply takes... longer than Verso would've liked to send over. While Clive said whenever he had the time, he definitely hopes you mean that.]
Assistance, you say? I don't suppose there's another relief effort that needs manning.
[How does one even find the letters he needs to send over a response on this thing.......]
[ The long awaited reply doesn’t bother Clive in the least! There is numerous things that a person can be doing throughout the day, but he would sympathize with struggling with this devices… it took him far too long to understand how this thing worked.
Let him help you, too!! ]
Not quite as demanding, but I had hoped to use your qualities all the same.
I was tasked with aiding a musician and was looking for those more… musically inclined than myself to aid me.
[ Oh. Oops. He replied again. Clive accidentally hits the send button while trying to retract his message to reply in full, and now they’re both fumbling. ]
Why don’t we continue this conversation elsewhere? The tavern. The first round is on me, and any after for your cooperation.
[Compared to as an alternative, Verso appreciates the suggestion. Maybe he'll take the time to figure this out later.]
Sounds like a plan. I'll be right over.
[Making his way over, Verso was curious to hear more about this endeavor Clive's chosen to partake in, especially considering it could be tangentially related to music in some way. While he's had the chance to play the piano a small handful of times since his arrival here, it had only been for a couple of minutes at a time.
When he arrives at the tavern, he finds Clive's table and heads on over.]
[ Satisfied with the conversation he allows it to conclude there, and will take the time to wait for Verso in the tavern.
When the other man arrives he’ll noticed a number of parchment sprawled out on the wooden table, as well as a couple of crumbled up pieces to the side. Yet as Clive sees him enter he’ll rise from his seat, greeting the man with a small smile. ]
I did offer you the first round. [ He’ll remark with a breathy laugh through his nose before beckoning Verso towards the direction of a chair. ]
Don’t mind the mess. I’ve been seated here for some bells now.
[A nod of acknowledgement as he takes a seat. He surveys the table, crumpled pages and all, only growing more curious as to why Clive may have needed his help.]
Are you sure you want me around? It's starting to look a bit like the ramblings of a madman here.
[It's said in jest as he meet Clive's eyes, then shifting back at the table. His gaze falls onto the parchment with Clive's latest scribbling, but not long enough to seem rude.]
It may very well had been had I not called upon you.
[ There’s a bit of relief upon his face as he walks forward to the table, lifting one of its pages and handing it over to Verso to observe. ]
Lyrics. I was tasked to comprise and assist in a ballad. Yet the more I sit here I’ve quickly come to realize I’m no better suited pursuing the life of a bard than I was a chefhand.
[Verso takes the paper, eyes scanning through the few lines written on it. They're something, all right... What else had been written on the rest of these over the last few hours if this was the current state of the ballad.]
You were right about needing a couple of drinks to get through this.
[That isn't meant to be a jab at Clive, but Verso was no lyricist himself. While he did have some musical inclinations, he's not sure if he would be of much help for this specific endeavor.]
A ballad for what exactly? Can't help but think I'm still missing something here.
Perhaps it is something I agreed on too easily... [ Or the fact that he can't say no to just about anything when asked.
That much is plain across his face as he shifts through another pile, pulling a different piece out. ] There's a performance to take place by the end of the next moon, set upon by what I can only say is a rather ambitious artist.
[ His face scrunches together, reading out loud the small line written on it. ] "Love is War."
[Verso catches Clive's expression... Oof. That's rough, buddy. But he'll keep it to himself.]
Ah. Seems like they're either dealing with heartbreak or unrequited love from the sounds of it.
[He looks over the papers again and , trying his best to keep his expression neutral and failing in certain areas. Quite honestly, he's not even sure how much help he would be able to provide.]
Well, I'm not much of a lyricist myself. But if we plan on getting something done, we'll certainly need at least a few rounds of wine.
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Hello.
[ Great start, great start. ]
Verso, was it? I apologize we haven’t spoken in some time, but I had hoped I could use your assistance on something. Whenever you’ve the time.
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Secondly, add to the fact that he hasn't quite used something like the shellphone before, it takes him some time to even navigate to wherever he was supposed to find this message. Let alone, reply to it.
So, this reply takes... longer than Verso would've liked to send over. While Clive said whenever he had the time, he definitely hopes you mean that.]
Assistance, you say? I don't suppose there's another relief effort that needs manning.
[How does one even find the letters he needs to send over a response on this thing.......]
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Let him help you, too!! ]
Not quite as demanding, but I had hoped to use your qualities all the same.
I was tasked with aiding a musician and was looking for those more… musically inclined than myself to aid me.
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Oh? And what made you think to approach me?
[He sends that out then right before Clive is able to send out his reply, a secondary message follows.]
Forgive my drawn out replies. This is the first time I've attempted to use this[You can imagine that this took him a beat or two.] thing.
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[ Oh. Oops. He replied again. Clive accidentally hits the send button while trying to retract his message to reply in full, and now they’re both fumbling. ]
Why don’t we continue this conversation elsewhere? The tavern. The first round is on me, and any after for your cooperation.
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Sounds like a plan. I'll be right over.
[Making his way over, Verso was curious to hear more about this endeavor Clive's chosen to partake in, especially considering it could be tangentially related to music in some way. While he's had the chance to play the piano a small handful of times since his arrival here, it had only been for a couple of minutes at a time.
When he arrives at the tavern, he finds Clive's table and heads on over.]
You haven't started without me, have you?
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When the other man arrives he’ll noticed a number of parchment sprawled out on the wooden table, as well as a couple of crumbled up pieces to the side. Yet as Clive sees him enter he’ll rise from his seat, greeting the man with a small smile. ]
I did offer you the first round. [ He’ll remark with a breathy laugh through his nose before beckoning Verso towards the direction of a chair. ]
Don’t mind the mess. I’ve been seated here for some bells now.
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Are you sure you want me around? It's starting to look a bit like the ramblings of a madman here.
[It's said in jest as he meet Clive's eyes, then shifting back at the table. His gaze falls onto the parchment with Clive's latest scribbling, but not long enough to seem rude.]
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[ There’s a bit of relief upon his face as he walks forward to the table, lifting one of its pages and handing it over to Verso to observe. ]
Lyrics. I was tasked to comprise and assist in a ballad. Yet the more I sit here I’ve quickly come to realize I’m no better suited pursuing the life of a bard than I was a chefhand.
no subject
You were right about needing a couple of drinks to get through this.
[That isn't meant to be a jab at Clive, but Verso was no lyricist himself. While he did have some musical inclinations, he's not sure if he would be of much help for this specific endeavor.]
A ballad for what exactly? Can't help but think I'm still missing something here.
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That much is plain across his face as he shifts through another pile, pulling a different piece out. ] There's a performance to take place by the end of the next moon, set upon by what I can only say is a rather ambitious artist.
[ His face scrunches together, reading out loud the small line written on it. ] "Love is War."
no subject
Ah. Seems like they're either dealing with heartbreak or unrequited love from the sounds of it.
[He looks over the papers again and , trying his best to keep his expression neutral and failing in certain areas. Quite honestly, he's not even sure how much help he would be able to provide.]
Well, I'm not much of a lyricist myself. But if we plan on getting something done, we'll certainly need at least a few rounds of wine.