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[Nov. 13] [Suikoden III] Opera Becomes Him
Title: Opera Becomes Him
Day/Theme: Nov. 13, 2011 "rhizometric"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Dios, various OC associates [regulars: Lucas Orsini, Nika]
Rating: G
“The other day I heard a particularly interesting bit of news concerning you, my friend,” Lucas Orsini volunteered as he entered Sasarai’s chambers without even prefacing it without so much as a “hello.”
“It seems like someone is getting awfully rude these days,” Sasarai’s chief handmaid scowled.
“Ah, hello, Nika,” Lucas backtracked to cut off that possible argument before it began, “Hello, Sasarai.”
“What’s this news?” Dios pressed. It didn’t matter to him whether the young Orsini acknowledged his presence or not. Sasarai’s business was his business, and for all that Lucas and his dear master seemed to get along, they hailed from distinctly different sides of the political spectrum. He didn’t trust that long-haired man (yes, he braided and pinned it up, but ridiculously long hair was still ridiculously long hair) to keep everything on the up and up if a chance of gain for his faction and family presented itself.
Lucas held his peace, giving Sasarai a chance to answer his greeting. “Hello, Lucas,” the slightly younger, but considerably more experienced bishop replied. That was good enough for him. He nodded, encouraging Lucas to continue. His heart hadn’t filled as immediately with zealous curiosity as Dios’ had, but he did want to know what this was all about.
“You’re not even dead, Sasarai, but someone is writing an opera about you.”
“An opera?” Nika gaped.
“You know what that is, Nika?” Lucas teased.
“I’ve been living at the Temple longer than you’ve been a bishop, doofus,” Nika mouthed off in reply, “Of course I know what an opera is.”
“All of you, please,” Sasarai lifted his hands and waved them a low-key gesture of quieting.
“Is it tragic or comedic?” Dios lifted an eyebrow. “Surely it’s not romantic.” He had less time for visiting the theater since accepting his current position as Sasarai’s chief of staff, but he had long been something of a connoisseur of opera (it was a well-known but little discussed fact that he had met his ex-wife at the Strongarch Theater).
“Wouldn’t either be kind of insulting?” Nika mused, eyeing Dios and Sasarai to gauge their more knowledgeable reactions.
“Well, yes, if you’re a highly prominent bishop,” Dios offered his thoughts on the matter. “Some people might not mind being thought of as something of a lighthearted joke and some might find a tale that cast their life as tragedy to be moving or appropriate, but this is our Sasarai we’re talking about it.”
“I have to agree with Dios that it might be a little impolite to write a tragic opera about someone who isn’t dead yet,” Lucas nodded, affecting a scholarly attitude he didn’t entirely possess.
“So which is it then, Lucas?” Nika needed to know.
“It’s…kind of a tragedy, I gather?” he flashed a defensive well-I’m-not-the-one-who-wrote-it grin her way.
All eyes were instantly on Sasarai in a not-so-subtle attempt to analyze his feelings on the matter. “My life…it’s a tragedy, hmm?”
“Well, in the eyes of this one playwright lady,” Lucas shrugged.
While no one had expected Sasarai to grow angry over the matter, he was exceedingly calm, staring thoughtfully through, not at, his folded hands. “You’ll keep an ear to the wall about this for me, won’t you, Lucas? I want to hear more as the production goes on.”
“I think the show will hit the stage in the fifth month of the new year. You, uh, want to go together for your birthday?” Lucas asked, “My treat?”
“I suppose that would be nice,” Sasarai decided.
“Dios, you better take me,” Nika nudged her high-ranking friend.
“Perhaps we’ll wait until the first reviews go out before setting aside money for such an expense?” he ventured.
“Come on, Dios, promise the lady,” the Orsini bishop chuckled, thankful that they kept the mood light, “You sound pretty cheap.”
Day/Theme: Nov. 13, 2011 "rhizometric"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Dios, various OC associates [regulars: Lucas Orsini, Nika]
Rating: G
“The other day I heard a particularly interesting bit of news concerning you, my friend,” Lucas Orsini volunteered as he entered Sasarai’s chambers without even prefacing it without so much as a “hello.”
“It seems like someone is getting awfully rude these days,” Sasarai’s chief handmaid scowled.
“Ah, hello, Nika,” Lucas backtracked to cut off that possible argument before it began, “Hello, Sasarai.”
“What’s this news?” Dios pressed. It didn’t matter to him whether the young Orsini acknowledged his presence or not. Sasarai’s business was his business, and for all that Lucas and his dear master seemed to get along, they hailed from distinctly different sides of the political spectrum. He didn’t trust that long-haired man (yes, he braided and pinned it up, but ridiculously long hair was still ridiculously long hair) to keep everything on the up and up if a chance of gain for his faction and family presented itself.
Lucas held his peace, giving Sasarai a chance to answer his greeting. “Hello, Lucas,” the slightly younger, but considerably more experienced bishop replied. That was good enough for him. He nodded, encouraging Lucas to continue. His heart hadn’t filled as immediately with zealous curiosity as Dios’ had, but he did want to know what this was all about.
“You’re not even dead, Sasarai, but someone is writing an opera about you.”
“An opera?” Nika gaped.
“You know what that is, Nika?” Lucas teased.
“I’ve been living at the Temple longer than you’ve been a bishop, doofus,” Nika mouthed off in reply, “Of course I know what an opera is.”
“All of you, please,” Sasarai lifted his hands and waved them a low-key gesture of quieting.
“Is it tragic or comedic?” Dios lifted an eyebrow. “Surely it’s not romantic.” He had less time for visiting the theater since accepting his current position as Sasarai’s chief of staff, but he had long been something of a connoisseur of opera (it was a well-known but little discussed fact that he had met his ex-wife at the Strongarch Theater).
“Wouldn’t either be kind of insulting?” Nika mused, eyeing Dios and Sasarai to gauge their more knowledgeable reactions.
“Well, yes, if you’re a highly prominent bishop,” Dios offered his thoughts on the matter. “Some people might not mind being thought of as something of a lighthearted joke and some might find a tale that cast their life as tragedy to be moving or appropriate, but this is our Sasarai we’re talking about it.”
“I have to agree with Dios that it might be a little impolite to write a tragic opera about someone who isn’t dead yet,” Lucas nodded, affecting a scholarly attitude he didn’t entirely possess.
“So which is it then, Lucas?” Nika needed to know.
“It’s…kind of a tragedy, I gather?” he flashed a defensive well-I’m-not-the-one-who-wrote-it grin her way.
All eyes were instantly on Sasarai in a not-so-subtle attempt to analyze his feelings on the matter. “My life…it’s a tragedy, hmm?”
“Well, in the eyes of this one playwright lady,” Lucas shrugged.
While no one had expected Sasarai to grow angry over the matter, he was exceedingly calm, staring thoughtfully through, not at, his folded hands. “You’ll keep an ear to the wall about this for me, won’t you, Lucas? I want to hear more as the production goes on.”
“I think the show will hit the stage in the fifth month of the new year. You, uh, want to go together for your birthday?” Lucas asked, “My treat?”
“I suppose that would be nice,” Sasarai decided.
“Dios, you better take me,” Nika nudged her high-ranking friend.
“Perhaps we’ll wait until the first reviews go out before setting aside money for such an expense?” he ventured.
“Come on, Dios, promise the lady,” the Orsini bishop chuckled, thankful that they kept the mood light, “You sound pretty cheap.”