♫ Tenth Song ♫ [Video]

[seaphonic]

_{[When the feed kicks on, those watching will be greeted with the beautiful sight of the sunrise at the seaside, the sun making the water sparkle and glitter on the horizon. There are the light sounds of seagulls in the background before a hand makes to grab the NV and move it to a different rock. This time when the hand pulls back Syrena is in full view, sitting upright on a rock, the end of her golden, scaly tail shining in the rising sunlight. She's just as topless as ever, but her long, dark hair seems to be pulled over her chest, hiding anything unsightly in plain view. She seems somewhat forlorn as she sits, long fingers twisting in her hair.]}

In this sea, I am alone. It is a quiet thing, to be alone. It is even a boring thing at certain times. But mostly, it is quiet, at least when one forgets the sounds of boats and metal ships.

I have been here for many moons now, trapped in this suffocating sea. I never thought how much I would crave the songs of my sisters or the company of another of my own kind. There is a gentle porpoise who visits me often, but it is not the same. They cannot sing and one can only listen to their own voice in isolation for so long.

_{[She stops toying with her hair then, setting her hands down on either side of the rock. She would never admit it using the word lonely, but she is. Terribly so, in her own little way.]}

I want music. The piano - I heard it twice. A boy played it for me and so did Elliot. I have not heard such music since but it was beautiful. Elliot no longer visits for he left long ago. Others who used to visit me have stopped as well. Either they have died or disappeared - I do not know.

Things are quiet once more. There are no more hotdogs or Twinkies or pies. Pickles will not answer. I wanted him to send me more Dethklok songs. Even he too, is silent. Has he left as well? Or perhaps he has had too much drink and cannot get up, just like Jack Sparrow said about drink and men. The pirate has left too, I believe, for he has not bothered me in quite some time about ships. If he is gone, I will think little of it.

_{[There's a little sigh.]}

All I want is a song. A note. A melody. Something to fill the quiet. At least with music, one cannot be alone - even if they are the only one of their kind.

A request then: Will someone sing for me? Will someone play a song?

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[vinovidivici]

[ The pointy-toothed mermaid doll is lonely? What a crime. ]

I've been reliably informed [ thanks Howl ] that I go outta my tessitura and I should never under any circumstances ever sing to any dame. [ A beat. He's still not sure what tessitura means. ] But I could play you something!

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[seaphonic]

_{[She seems to brighten at this, becoming obviously interested.]} You would play me a song?

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[gavesugar]

[Sheila automatically starts humming, responding instantly and intensely to her distress.

It's an old liturgical melody from the services of her youth, but it sounds lovely and sweet when pouring forth from her lips.]

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[seaphonic]

<sub>[When the beautiful voice begins to pour through the NV, Syrena stops to listen, reaching forward to grab the NV and settle it on her lap. Eyes close then as she soaks up the sound, the notes and words ever so sweet to her ears. Human music and song is something mermaids are drawn to, like moths to a flame. Needless to say, it soothes her.

When the song is over, there is only one thing to say.]</sub>

It was very beautiful.

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[hostage]

[Well, he doesn't usually perform over the internet like this, but a mermaid asked for a song. What's he supposed to do? Refuse? No, he busts out singing his #1 hit, Fallacies.]

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[seaphonic]

_{[It might come off as...not so much of a one hit wonder to human ears, but Syrena appreciates the effort immensely. Even the most awful of human singing is still song, and human music is mesmerizing and pleasing period.]}

I am grateful for your song.

[mulletrock]

Ever heard Zeppelin?

[seaphonic]

No, I have not.

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[mighty_pirate]

What kind of songs do you like?

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[seaphonic]

Songs about the sea. Music that sounds like thunder and waves crashing or the calm lapping of water against the edge of the shore.

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[treehopping]

[Well Rue loves music, she loves to sing and she'd be singing now except she's taken aback by the sight of Syrena herself because wow.]

What are you?

I... I like to sing.

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[seaphonic]

A mermaid.

_{[Her eyes study the little girl on the screen.]}

Will you sing for me?

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[integrity]

You poor unfortunate soul.

[The fact that Crowley can say this with a straight face should definitely be applauded.]

It sounds as if you need a little more than a song.

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[seaphonic]

_{[Applauded and rewarded, certainly.]}

I am a creature who needs not much. What have you to offer? All I ask for is music.

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[ofthursday]

Hello, Syrena.

[He's been busy dealing with the new arrivals from his world, but he hasn't forgotten about his promise to tell her about God, and in fact thought about it just recently. So it's a coincidence to see her on the network again, even if for a different subject.]

Your NV is waterproof, correct?

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[seaphonic]

Hello, Castiel.

_{[A familiar face. She seems a little lighter in spirit then.]}

It is, yes.

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[runebladeknight]

[Celes looks quite thoughtful at all this, if a bit tired. Surely the tiredness is just because of work, though. She's felt worse.]

I'd never really thought of it that way.

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[seaphonic]

That music fills emptiness?

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[momchester]

[Mary is completely exhausted and not doing too well - and it kind of shows - but for Syrena she brightens up. There's something so pure about her, even if she does eat people sometimes.

So Mary positions her NV carefully on the table in front of her, clears her throat, and starts to sing Imagine in a bright, clear voice.]

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[seaphonic]

Mary.

_{[It's been awhile since Syrena's spoken to the lady who helped save her from the disgusting oil disaster. She listens tentatively to the song, letting the sound wash over her. When it's finished she stays quiet for a moment before speaking.]}

You sang for me.

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[ninthserenade]

I'll be down there as soon as I can, okay? Lemme pack up the guitar and swing by the bakery for a couple snacks for us--Ever have an eclair?

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[seaphonic]

_{[Another familiar face, although it's one she hasn't seen in quite some time. Needless to say, she seems pleased to see him.]}

No. I do not know what an eclair is.

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[soldierfirst]

Can you come on to land at all?

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[seaphonic]

_{[When Syrena gets the text she stares at it hard, if not a little irritated.]}

I cannot read this...

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[athermercy]

Would you like to have a piano underwater?

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[seaphonic]

... _{[Wait what?]} Would that be possible? I do not even know what a piano looks like.

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[surgicalshot]

I, um... I can't really sing or anything. But Pickles... he's gone. He's. I guess he got sent back, or something. He's not on the island anymore. Sorry.

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[seaphonic]

_{[Oh :c Pickles.]}

If he has returned home, then that is best for him.

[voice]

[rapturescreed]

[It's been awhile since he got to play the piano over the network. So he starts up a simple enough tune.]

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[seaphonic]

_{[When she hears the sound of the instrument she's only heard less than a handful of times, Syrena's gripping her NV immediately, clutching it tight in her fingers. The melody is so simple at first, yet it's beautiful. She follows every note, every dip and echo of low notes to high. Mesmerized would be an understatement. When the song is finished it takes her a moment to focus back on the NV, answering with a little sigh.]}

That was very, very beautiful.