If there was one thing that Talos was not capable of, it was singing. Throughout one area of the Brisshal territory, players and NPCs alike were treated to the terrible wailing of Talos. Wailing out the lyrics of one of his favorite songs, Talos was completely unaware that he sounded like a cat dying. A cat dying of pneumonia or being eaten alive, that is. In fact, the twenty-six year old thought he sounded absolutely fabulous. Completely oblivious to the glares of the players and NPCs, he continued to belt out the lyrics to Jonathan Young's metal cover of 'Blue Da Ba Dee' at the top of his lungs. Those poor, poor players. Maybe Talos was pretending that he didn't know that he was a terrible singer. Maybe. However it was entirely unlikely.
The forests of Brisshal was home to a lot of beginner level herbs and game. Even if they weren't the best cooking ingredients, they were easy to find in large amounts for the newer players. Walking around, an azure haired Yladian was hoping she might find some better things after an initial harvest. She always did this, though she was quick to give up after having some better hunting areas open to her thanks to increased skills. As she passed through many areas of Brisshal, she caught sight of something curious: A wolf, a normally aggressive predator, turning tail and running away from something. As the real "true predators" of the area were either players or some monster much worse, the Yladian decided to investigate. It didn't take much time walking in the general opposite direction of the wolf's path before she chanced on a sound that was clearly bad singing. Like, nails grating against a blackboard every time the voice went on a high pitched note. Like, the disappointment of souffle's collapsing on every low note. The kind of thing that made one's hairs stand on end and cover their ears. Sylpha noted this to be a somewhat effective predator deterrent. If a wolf would not approach him, then only the most bloodthirsty of monsters would come looking. Or enemies that just lacked a general sense of hearing or insensitivity to the specific frequencies this person was singing at. Something something science. She was a baker, not a scientist. Pushing herself onward, the Yladian chanced on flowing fiery red hair on a body shorter than hers. Must be a Faerin, then, because they were the only species to not trigger her damned height complex. Deciding to catch his attention, she lifted her hands and clapped as she walked towards him. She would wait until he stopped singing before even thinking about addressing him. If he continued, then... well, more waiting. At least she'd be safe from predators with him around. Even if she was hunting them earlier.
As he continued to sing, he couldn't help but notice one of the so-called fearsome predators of the forests tuck tail and start to run away from him: a wolf. All Talos could do was pout in response and continue to wail the lyrics at the top of his lungs. Casually slinging himself around a thin tree like he was a pole-dancer, Talos reduced his out-right screeching to a soft hum. Several squirrels that were bolting towards the ground actually paused to look back at him before slowing their pace. A mischievous smirk crossed his face at seeing this, and proceeded to let out a loud belting rendition of "I Can't Wait to be King" from Disney's The Lion King. One of his favorite movies of all time, really. One of the little animals jumped in shock, before bolting towards the nearest tree and rapidly making itself hidden in one of its hidey-holes. Shrugging idly, the long-haired male whirled around the tree once more, only to stop singing and nearly trip at seeing the blue-haired, blue-eyed form of another person. "Heeeeyy~" Talos practically sang at her, using his hands to grip the tree and lean backwards. Bright green eyes were wide with inherent curiosity, crimson strands of hair dangling around from his upside-down face. Her clapping was confusing, but he merely shrugged and glanced around curiously. "Come to listen to me sing?" Talos smiled cheekily, mischievously at her.
For one reason or another, the azure-haired Yladian actually didn't recognize the songs coming out of the Faerin's mouth. His blazing red hair swayed as he pranced about singing with burning fervor songs so horribly desecrated it was probably a blessing the Yladian and the player behind the elfin avatar didn't recognize the songs. What she did recognize was how ridiculously powerful it was as a repellant for anything that can hear and move. It was enough for her to address the Faerin man. "Well met, traveller." She started with a somewhat polite greeting. She observed him dance around the tree, showing no outward expression at his eccentricity despite being baffled internally at how the bark of the tree did not impede his style of dancing or seem to even faze him. Next, he invited her to listen to another one of his performances. Normally, any person would turn tail and run like the rest of the predators. They would not willingly subject their auditory senses to defilement courtesy of the Faerin's vocal chords. However, Sylpha, despite being an artist who made edible art, could not draw inspiration from the auditory art known as "music" and "song". Therefore, she could not perceive how high (or how negative in this case) the man's vocal performances were. What the Yladian saw was a repellant that saved her from being harassed by extra encounters she did not want to provoke. The only problem was that she didn't know where he was going. Hopefully, in the same direction as she. "That depends on where you're going. I just need to be going to a town." If she could earn his company to, say, Honeyhome Village or any civilization, she definitely would not mind him going off and committing audio sacrilege for the while he accompanied her.
