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[Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:10 Jan 2020, 23:49
by Can Zerdali
Location: A hiking trail on the isle of Skye • Date: January 11th, 1979
Time of Day: Late morning • Weather: Pouring

Can had mostly agreed to this trip so that his bandmates wouldn't be on his back so much. He'd never really been hiking before, and he failed to see how a long walk someplace wet, cold and windy could do anything for team building.

The tensions among the band weren't down to him, though, were they? In the beginning, Can had often expressed his point of view, but some of his bandmates were quick to shut him down, and the others wanted him to move on, anyway, so he felt like it was in the best interest of Wyvern of Wye to put himself out there less, and agree to what was suggested to him, hence this bollocks expedition. But hey, it might be fun, and the label might indeed be right: maybe this would bring them all closer together?

Can was willing to try.

'D'you reckon they sent us here on the Isle of Skye because we're Wyvern of Wye?' He asked the musician beside him.

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:13 Jan 2020, 21:12
by Syd Harley
April was going to murder him.

Or, maybe, April of all people might get it. She'd been part of the industry, another one of the many various-shaped cogs that kept the chart-topping, legend-making music churning out of the brain factories. She knew that there were some heights that cannot be ascended without a little extra boost.

This was a lot of height, though. The gym-skipper was a little surprised. You'd think he should know how high it'd get in Scottish no troll's land considering he was born and supposedly had babbled his first word in Scotland, but Edinburgh might as well be South Pole from here.

Maybe he needed more boost.

Except that would make the summit toast less pure, so he'd better wait. If he panted another decibel louder, he was never going to hear the end of it from Can about how he wouldn't be panting if he'd bothered joining the lead guitarist at gym, as if Syd was going to wake up at six AM for whatever self-imposed torture that Can and April were so obsessed with. Surely they must be three-quarters to the summit by now. That was where they were headed, right? The summit? The instrumentalist wasn't exactly listening, having tuned out their manager by 'go on a little hike' in the second or third sentence of what ended up as a forty-minute pep talk.

"Don't put that in a song," he replied as he chewed on the stalk of a wild fern in an attempt to distract himself from the labour.

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:13 Jan 2020, 22:40
by Can Zerdali
Can rolled his eyes. 'As if...' He'd have to get everyone's approval to actually contribute to the lyric composition in order to do that. And he wouldn't write such a cheesy, simplistic rhyme. No, sir, not him. He wanted to do experimental music. He didn't even care if his words rhymed! In any case, no one ever asked his opinion, so it stood to reason Syd wasn't asking him seriously.

Instead of grumbling further, Can took stock of the surrounding landscape, and it made him happier. His creative gears were turning. Grasses grew on the surface of the ground, but everything seemed so barren. The grass was like fuzz, barely covering a layer of dessiccated skin over a dragon carcass. Hey, he should write that down. Not those exact words, but something about a dragon carcass, surely. Can was brought out of his creative musings by the sound of Syd's panting, once again.

'Mate, d'you need some water, or something? You sound like you're about to die.'

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:29 Jan 2020, 15:23
by Angus Bell
The drummer was somewhere between Can and Syd in regards to his physical health. Not quite so out of breath as to be huffing and puffing like the wolf in the three little pigs story, but not quite so excited to be moving up the hill. There was an obvious amount of strain as the puppy dog walked, straggling behind the ground in some grumpy form of protest. He didn't WANT to be here. His way of showing it was to be slow. His brows knit together, but his brown eyes looking as sad as ever.

Hair was not styled today, mostly because he did not feel like charming his hair product into being weather proof today.

It was freezing, and wet.

What brilliant monkey believed that this would be a good bonding experience? He would had preferred to bond over some tea, alcohol, or a jam session. Right about now, being in a warm cozy flat beating his frustration into his drum set seemed like a far more pleasant thing to do. Yet, he was here.

The Wyvern of Wye at the Isle of Skye... As a lyric. Horribly lame. But most lyrics were kind of lame, and yet the masses loved them anyway. Consumers were not exactly intelligent, not by Angus' standards anyway.

They maneuvered towards a particularly steep hill, which was all fine and dandy until Angus stepped into a particularly muddy spot. Losing his footing, he let out a shout before he collided with the ground in a split second. Hands in the mud, along with his knees.

"Ah Hell!" He cursed, standing up slowly fearing the mud now. "Why the fuck are we out here again?" Angus hissed, trying to wipe muddy hands against the sides of his trousers.

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:04 Feb 2020, 09:57
by Syd Harley
Dying didn't sound so bad. Certain methods of death were probably preferable to this unexpected imposition of a bonding experience. And anyway, what bonding session was going to be more effective than a long jam session in the studio? They were musicians. By the whole scheme of this hike, you'd think their manager took them for mountain goats and not particularly graceful ones at that.

At least the fur of his hood felt nice tickling against his face from the whistling winds, and the instrumentalist wouldn't mind finding yet another patch of long grass to trudge in instead of this stretch of soggy mud. Maybe when they get to the next leg of the hike through grass, he would take a break to lie down in it. It would be just like a warm blanket, but better, because it'd be made from nature.

He probably shouldn't take another vial of the elixir.

Syd snapped shut his mouth, which he had just been opening to answer Can, as a loud yelp sounded from behind. Glancing back, the British-American broke into a wheezing laughter.

"He could use some water for a bath," he finally answered Can when words were humanly possible.

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:04 Feb 2020, 10:54
by Can Zerdali
Can heard Angus huffing and sighing behind him, so he turned to give him an encouraging smile. Of course, the moment he did that, he boyfriend slipped and fell face first in the mud. Eyes wide in surprise, but biting his lower lip, the man offered the drummer a hand up, but quickly retracted it once it became apparent Angus didn't want any help up.

'Maybe that's what bonding's supposed to be?' A light snort escaped him. 'Maybe you covered in mud is what this band needs!' It was difficult to contain his laughter, now, and when Syd's own laughter didn't subside, Can joined in, though he helpfully extended his water canteen.

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:06 Feb 2020, 19:57
by Angus Bell
The laughter at his own expense did not go over swimmingly for the drummer, who pouted and looked rather irritated at both Syd and Can who seemed to have transformed into a pair of howling hyenas. Folding his arms across his chest, his brows would knit further together, even more than before. Shoulders rising with slight insecurity.

"Ah, yeah, yeah. Laugh at my torment, ya fuckin' hyenas." He huffed, exhaling sharply through his nose with an obvious amount of irritation that could only be described as true, tried and genuine. In his anguish, he decided to play a little prank on the other two, mostly to get back at them for their laughter. So from his coat came a wand, and soon after came a series of small spells that would be aimed at Can's and Syd's feet hoping to get them to jump away and thus slip and slide into the mud all the same.

"I'll show you!"

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:23 Apr 2020, 12:22
by Can Zerdali
Can gasped as his boyfriend aimed spells at him and Syd, and he was made to dance to avoid them. 'Hex Harley, don't hex me! I'm only offering encouragement!' He defended himself.

Can lost his balance, and almost slipped in the mud, but luckily regained his footing before landing face first. 'That's not groovy.'

Re: [Isle of Skye] The Human Equation

PostPosted:10 May 2020, 18:26
by Random Event
A large, dense shadow passed over the clearing, shrouding a large area in darkness. It was followed by a stern whooosh! The bristly grass strained against a particularly powerful gust of wind.

Up above, a larger-than-average Common Welsh Green dragon swooped over the trail, its wings beating up and down to get more height. It let out one almighty roar as it continued on.