Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20170215063845/@comment-3991308-20170219080928

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Icarus wondered how he must look right now – seated at the upright piano, his back to the door,  fingers dancing a sonata out on the keys. This was how he had always greeted people in Dead Epics ever since he succeeded to the role as leader.

Dead Epics meetings had been boring recently, with a handful of people showing up, the odd discussion about recent destiny-related events, and food being shared. Most people had been busy or otherwise away. The meetings lacked any excitement – whether in the form of violence, accidents or drama. The newfound peace was nice, just boring.

He played on, eyes on the sheet music and ears open to check for the inevitable creak of an opening door.