The Background Music Meme

[doodsplosion]

What's that noise? Where's that music coming from? You don't know, but it still sounds awfully appropriate (or not) to whatever your current situation is, and whoever's playing the music seems to be very well prepared for their job, because said music even changes when appropriate! (or not) Whether or not you like the idea of your life having a soundtrack, it is now happening, and you are painfully aware of it. Will you start doing only mundane things from now on to keep the music quiet? Or will you gladly accept your fate and draw even more motivation from the music? Or maybe you're one of those people who just end up tuning it out after a while?

Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy!
1. Post with your character's name and canon
2. Reply to others with a scenario! If you want, you may use a RNG to pick a sample scenario out of a hat, but it isn't necessary, and you are in fact encouraged to come up with your own.

1. Let's start things off with a montage! How else are you gonna train for a championship sporting event, clean your house and have an incredible date in only three minutes?
2. The final showdown! You and your archnemesis are about to square off and decide the fate of your city, planet, dimension or what have you. Time to break out the theme music power-up!
3. Love is in the air! You can't hold back your feelings any longer; you need to tell the target of your affections how you feel, and you need to say it now! You can hear all the strings being plucked, including your heart-strings!
4. Bow-chika-wow-wow! Alright baby, my pants are off and I'm ready to- oh damn, the neighbor's playing his cheesy electronic instruments at a time like this? What a bonerkill.
5. Why so gloomy? You're a wreck, dude. Even the background music sounds off, like the DJ loaded it up in Audacity and clicked a few random buttons.
6. Someone just died in your arms tonight. It must have been something you said.
7. You're about to dramatically reveal something about yourself that you've never told anyone. Does the sudden chord make it more shocking, or does it completely destroy the other party's ability to take you seriously?
8. Wild card! Pick any of the above scenarios, or even combine two or more!

3. Optionally, you may (and are encouraged to) post links to the exact song that is playing at any given moment.
4. Have fun being slowly driven mad by the music!

Comments

Etna / Disgaea

[spearofbeauty]

Michiko Baki / Original Character

[moepurple]

Tsurugi Diablo / Original Character

[zorrofox]

Edgar Roni Figaro | Final Fantasy VI

[edgar_roni]

Prinny (Generic) / Disgaea

[doodsplosion]

Trixie Lulamoon | My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Yasha | Asura's Wrath

[windfang]

Agent Maria Hill :: Avengers (movie)

[notplayinggames]

[She's sitting at a side table in the cafeteria, papers spread across the surface in front of her, pen in hand. Obviously, she's doing reports. Or - from the scowl on her face and the twitching of the pen - she's trying to do reports. It would probably be easier if this wasn't playing in the background over her shoulder.]

Siobhan Aitken ❤ OC ❤ OTA

[growsowngoats]

Nikolaus Rannulf ♞ OC [Harry Potter Universe...sort of?]

[reindeervictory]

7 - DRAMATIC REVELATION

[unluckytraveler]

{MUSIC}

[It's a study hall like any other near the end of their seventh year. A couple weeks now and they'll be off in the wild blue yonder, for better or for worse, attempting to clean up their parents mistakes while making their own.

Gwyn taps his quill against the desk, looking up and realizing that it's just him and Nikolaus in the study hall, absent of even a teacher.

Something has been weighing on Gwyn for... a long time. If he doesn't tell someone he worries he's just going to scream it out.] ... Hey, Nik - would you say we're friends?

Re: 7 - DRAMATIC REVELATION

[reindeervictory]

[He turns away from the pile of homework he's very busy not doing, thankful for the distraction. If he has to stare at this spell theory book any longer, the only thing he would be theorizing would be how to make it spontaneously combust.

Life's just so much more boring when you don't have a constant "nemesis". But, be that as it may, that's not something he's telling Gwyn, and not at all what's on his mind right now. Nope.]

Is there a reason I shouldn't? [Honestly, this question only seems to go one of two ways: it's either someone trying to get a favor, or it means the beginning of a long, drawn-out fight. Luckily, Gwyn's never seemed the sort for either. Maybe it'll be different this once?]

[unluckytraveler]

Hah. No. Um, I don't think so. [Gwyn briefly tries to smile before quickly aborting that and focusing back on his parchment. The words have stopped making sense, he's read them so often.] I just... need someone to talk to about something and - I don't - I don't have any other friends.

And as much as you do gossip, I know that you know how to keep a secret when it needs keeping.

[reindeervictory]

[Oh, Gwyn, those are magic words, didn't you know? He's positively enraptured now.] Some of the things I've heard...but yes, that would defeat the point, wouldn't it?

[You know, like that whole disappearance of your sister, Gwyn. He knowns nothing about that~.] Of course I keep a secret.

[unluckytraveler]

[Svadilfari wasn't one of the ones who asked about Tanwen's disappearance, but he did hear Nikolaus talk to others, denied knowledge with blithe 'honesty'.

She wouldn't have left without saying goodbye to Nik. Gwyn is certain of it. Even if she didn't tell him that's what it was, she would have seen him before her flight.

So, trustworthy.]

... It's stupid. You'll laugh or - or be disgusted, probably. [He wants to say 'forget I said anything' but there's no good way for that to go. Either Nik is too interested and doesn't back off, or he does - a complete ego-crushing dismissal.]

6 - Actually this should be Adult!Tanwen but WHATEVER.

[argentblaze]

{MUSIC}

["Death Eaters", huh?

It's a stupid name.

Three years earlier she had narrowly avoided death at their hands, lived to fight another day.

This day... she was not so lucky.

She had been presumed dead before, but now - gaping chest wounds and profuse loss of blood don't bode well for a miraculous recovery. It doesn't matter. She'd stayed behind as a distraction, to keep them back so her team could escape. Half of their number lay dead around her, the half that escaped wounded and limping with no way to catch up.

There are worse ways to die, even if slowly bleeding out isn't exactly ideal]

Idiots.

6 - And this should be my other Nikolaus journal WHATEVER.

[reindeervictory]

[Oh, this is not good. On multiple, obvious levels. He'd wanted to help, should have, why in the hell hadn't he been here? Nikolaus' level of guilt is usually not remarkable on most occasions, being that he's far too self-centered to even think about responsibility. But then again, growing up (or, at least, growing older) and dying once is enough to make a man see the world differently.

Or, maybe, just maybe, this has become far too personal. Would he have cared, had this been anyone else? Would he have spared a second-glance that amounted to anything other than pity?

But if Tanwen's obvious blood loss isn't enough...well, that's precisely the problem, isn't it? He's always been drawn to her, but never like this. But as repulsive as the idea is, his nature won't let him ignore it.

He has to take a few shaky breaths to compose himself before he can even look back at her. "Idiots," she says, as she's the one dying.]

And what do you call this? [Fuck trying to stay composed, he's a mess.] A fucking display of heroism?

WHATEVA

[argentblaze]

[You'd think someone stubbornly clinging to the bleeding edge of life wouldn't be able to eyeroll so distinctly.

You'd be wrong.] Shut the fuck up, P-[She coughs, too wet and raspy, blood on her lips.] Prancer.

At least wait 'til 'm dead to look at me like I'm a meal. Rude.

/hella shrug

[reindeervictory]

[Oh come on, it's not like he can help it!] Should have thought of that before you started bleeding all over the place! And you're not dying, don't...don't say that. [Because of course Nikolaus Rannulf is a paragon of rationality. And denial, apparently.]

/free shrugs

[argentblaze]

I'd say I'd be more thoughtful of your 'condition' next time, but... eh [shrugging is a bit beyond her. She does make a good college try of it, but it ends up causing a wince and a shudder as another spasm of pain rips through her.]

I've been dying slowly for thirty years. It took its sweet time getting here. Figures it'd be a bloody mess.

You're the unexpected part. Somehow.

In hindsight, not really.

6 - I also had another idea. /drowns you in threads

[argentblaze]

[Later on they'd make a movie about this, Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow, who actually was okay in that movie. Option one: Run the fuck away. Option two: Go home and face the music and the consequences.

The letter arrived at the Rannulf residence almost exactly the last day of the school year. A simple missive from David to Amalia, the standard fair between old school friends. Hope things are going well for you, you have terrible taste in men, I officially listed you as godmother to my kids just so you know, your country is full of idiots

Well, it's standard for David. He's a little ... odd.

After that, silence. An eerie silence across the whole island, like the whole place went into lockdown later perfected by the Russians.

Again, for David, not exactly strange. He's been known to do these things before, go into extreme survivalist mode and drag his family with him.

Strange is about a week later, when one small Norwegian girl manages to make her way to Rothenburg and find her way to the Rannulf household in the middle of the night, all the while still covered with blood. Little of it is hers, her wounds have more or less closed on their own, even if some of the sprains have healed wrong. Eyes wide and wild, she moves on instinct, sneaking past defenses and spells, finding handholds just large enough to support her small frame as she climbs up the side.

She's only been here once when she was very young, when her father was visiting his old friend briefly, but she remembers it enough for the instinct to recall it. Running on pure adrenaline for too long to be healthy, she silently hefts herself up to Nikolaus' window, tapping at the glass.]

I am okay with this.

[reindeervictory]

[To be fair, Rothenburg is a odd sort of town, when compared to its surroundings, it would be difficult to not recall it distinctly. (It is, in short, the perfect place to hide the oddities of a magical community--or at least a family or two--without raising an absurd amount of suspicion.)

Luckily, Nikolaus hasn't been the soundest sleeper of late, to worried about what graduation meant, and what every knock on the door would bring. He would be much better off simply leaving, but if he does so, it's his parents that suffer for it. Especially when he has a father working for Grindelwald directly. And as self-serving as he is, he doesn't want that weight on his conscience. Not today.

The rapping at his window is enough to stir him awake. He rolls out of bed, and stumbles over to the window, bleary-eyed and still half asleep. He's no stranger to sneaking up through windows himself, mind, but it's a rarer occasion when it's his own. So rare in fact, that as he's pulling the window open, he's still sure he's dreaming.] Tanwen?

[argentblaze]

[There's no 'hello', or the far more likely 'Rannulf' in greeting. Tanwen doesn't make a sound at all, merely glancing back the way she came to make sure they're still without outside observance before taking the open window as an invitation to push past Nikolaus and climb inside. Her burned robes pull uncomfortably with the movement - burned into the skin in some places. The kind of brutal gruesome injuries that only wizards live through and heal from thanks to their magic.

When she's inside she leans against the wall for support, taking a few seconds to just breathe. Then she starts pacing. If she stops moving, she's worried she'll pass out, and she's still too keyed up on survival instincts to do such a thing.]





Hey.

[reindeervictory]

[He takes what quick assessment of her injuries as he can in the dark, with her pacing around so feverishly. He takes care to pull the window shut again before even attempting to address her on the matter.]

What happened to you? Is that--please tell me that's not all yours. [He won't start off with placating questions: are you okay, how much does it hurt, etc. He knows better than to do that, and he knows damn well from even just a glance that she's most certainly not alright.]

[argentblaze]

Nei. No. Nein.

[She tugs at some of the tangles in her hair - she's twitchy, but she's not going for the attack with her fists or the wand - the only thing on her other than her clothing and the blood. Her breathing quickens a bit like the kids that sometimes go into hysterics depending on the intensity of the Dark Arts classes back in Dumstrang, but Tanwen always aced those. She manages to calm her breathing again, even if her words are muttered. She's trying to keep it down. Quiet means safe.]

... Can't say.

You need to be able to deny that you know anything if someone finds out.