Kye accepted the memento as she entered the temple courtyard to the decending angel. "Thank you Ryoko-san." She turned and greeted the others with side hugs and quick smiles then accepted her commands from the diminutive teacher. She had been waiting for this!
She listened to the music that alway held her attention and discovered the tremblings of dischord. The world yet sung out of harmony. Euterpe would help with that. The heat from her bracelet, and the glow of the stars on the charm infused her mind with what to say in Italiano.
As it lifted her from the ground several feet and spun her.
Esultazione, Hemiola, Euterpe
(Exultantly we change the rules Euterpe)
Forza, glissando, festivamente, dolce, cedez, dolore
(We shall force the pain away, sliding smoothly to sweet celebration.)
Neon showers of notes cascade from the golden light above, swirling and stripping her of all her worldly possessions, leaving her shoulders, stomach and legs bare, hinting at what was hidden by glowing streams of notes.
A prima vista, a capella, a cappriccio
(At first without your aid no rhyme or reason)
Planes of coalescing purple notes wove together into fine, sheer gossamer that shrank first through the golden streams of notes then to hug her form covering little more than a postage stamp. Bound with little more than her convictions. A cape flowing and showcasing, never designed to protect.
A due, a tempo, a niente, a piacere
(Together, we can bring an end to dischord)
Gloves and boots, mantle and garters build from the golden notes that once held her treasures in mystery, now to find them on display. The last of the notes finding themselves to adorn the high heeled boots, gloves and mantle pin with a peridot stone. The last vestiges of the golden notes becoming a necklace around her throat.
Armonioso.
(Harmoniously)
Her bracelet charm, the aolus, or twin pipes, break apart becoming the bow and violin of vibrant violet, though she weilds the bow as a sword, and the violin as a mace.
Even as she landed though there was a tug as from a string towards the streets. She turns her head to the pull, and her ears twitch again.
first roll
1d20+5
6+5 = 11
reroll--Nekomimi
1d20+5
19+5 = 24
Whipping her head back to Euridice, "She needs us." Euterpe strides towards the gates of the temple, her gait just this side of an acrobatic lead, the tempo can be seen in her movements as her hands pull the violin first, then the bow and lock them behind and to her sides.
Initiative
1d20+3
14+3 = 17