Soen Spellflinger
Mar 3rd, 2003, 12:58:50 PM
It's a quiet sunset. The park is still very much alive with the chatter of children playing. Soen sits quietly, watching from his bench. His audience has gone to go swing and pretend to be Jedi, but he's ok with that. They're happy, and having fun. Suddenly the children squeak and scream, covering their ears against the rolling bass echoing across the tranquil park. Someone has moved in a large flatbed truck, and quickly people are amassing. A concert? Usually such things are posted in the park. Soen stands, taking his staff in hand. He'll put a stop to this impromtu death metal performance.