Frederick Rolls
Frederick had gotten the keys from the old lady who managed the theatre group -after a not very well hidden remark about that they'd not be sad if he ever returned- and watched at the people left from their own rehearsals. He and Sofia had entered, and, while it wasn't used as often as the large concert hall, it was still a sight to behold, a large, old fashioned scene and cushioned seats. Frederick remembered standing there for a large part of his childhood, practising or performing, though it was a lot emptier now. "Scene is yours," he remarked to Sofia, and took a seat in one of the front row ones. "I hope you brought everything you need."
"I did," she replied, and walked up on the scene, her short blonde hair and pale skin lit up as soon as she hit the stage. Preparing herself, she played a couple of notes on the violin, slowly, listening to the sound it made in the room, then moving more towards the centre of the stage. Frederick couldn't play the violin, but it was the same thing as when singing, one wanted to stand in just the right place in order to carry the sound to every last seat. Considering speakers and microphones, it was mostly just a habit by now, one they both shared. Frederick leaned further back in the seat, waiting for her to start practising her pieces, it would be the first time he had heard these.
Though, I still think I should be elsewhere.
Who knew, perhaps someone was in need of help from the Specter just now. Considering the city was filled to the brim with heroes and villains, there was probably something going on, but whether or not he was needed was a completely different question. Besides, he had, from the moment he had taken up the alter ego, he had told himself that worrying about such was useless. Last thing he needed was more responsibilities outside what he actually did as a hero, and his job as a judge. He closed his eyes, though Sofia had still not started playing.
"You know," she suddenly said, drawing his attention to her. "There are lyrics to these songs, if you want to join in. I'm going to perform solo, though if you'd like to do something while I'm practising---"
"I'm fine," Frederick interrupted. "It's been years since I sang anything outside my own place, and I intend to keep it that way." He simply didn't have the time, or so he told himself. Not that he was allowed to actually be busy, the doctor he every now and then got checked up by still told him to limit stress and working, said it would have a negative impact on his body due to how close to the heart he had been stabbed.
Just another excuse to keep me bored, I imagine, but at least I get plenty of time to do other things.
"Frederick, I'd really appreciate if you sang, actually," she admitted. "I've been struggling a bit with inspiration lately, and as my brother I know you'd be able to help me out."
"Okay, okay," he stood up. "I'll help you practice, just this once." She frowned.
"Well, actually, I imagine your help would last for a little more than that. I'm sure you can take a break, a month or two, from judging and travel around with me. You know, do something else from a change, in a different place." He raised an eyebrow, this sounded... well, unlike Sofia. She was normally direct, to the point of being rather rude, occasionally. Now, however, she was being rather... well, indirect, not wanting to state her intentions outright.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," he replied. Then he smiled a wry smile. "Besides, since when did you need your big brother to do anything? Are you trying to get me to quit my job or something?"
"That's not---" The tone of her voice made it clear that it had been fairly accurate, and Frederick felt himself growing a bit annoyed. After 3 years, he would have thought this was done with. "Listen," he said. "I'm doing fine. Everything is fine, don't worry, I can look out for myself. Quite frankly, this is getting old, Sofia, It's been 3 years, I've made a full recovery, and I'm fine."
Not a "full" full recovery, but it's close enough.
She didn't reply, only looked at him, as if there was something else. However, Frederick ignored that, and just sighed instead, standing up. "Listen, I'll be back in not too long. Half an hour at most. I just need some... some air, I'm sure you can manage on your own for that long, right? I'd appreciate if you waited for me to come back, though considering how long you normally practice, I'm sure that's no problem."
"Yes, sure," she replied, probably having decided that there was no use in talking about it. Frederick strolled out, though as soon as he had closed the door to the main hall, he made himself invisible, putting the masks on in case he'd need to show himself as the Specter, and went through the walls, and outside.
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Unsure of whether or not he wanted to go listen for crime, or if he wanted to actually just take a walk, he decided to go somewhere between, hoovering over the roads, but not flying high enough to get over most of the buildings. It was then he noticed the Crick, a rather well-known hero due to his heritage. While Frederick would easily admit not to know much about just who the guy's parents were, he knew something else, and that was that he himself was in a somewhat bad mood, and that a practical joke had never harmed anyone.
As long as they aren't overdone, of course.
Of course, the Specter never overdid things. He flew close to the Crick, still invisible, and, placing himself in front of the guy, he suddenly appeared in the form the Specter took when he still was in his body, which would give most people something close to a heart-attack. "Hello!" he said, grinning inside the mask. His voice was a bit echoed from the mask, but apart from that he sounded rather cheerful. "How are you?!"
Tim Merridy
Tom didn't say anything when he sat down, but that was expected, it was a show, after all. More songs, none the kind of music Tim normally listened to, but all well-performed and fun, until there was technical issues. Sadly, Rias hadn't used her powers for the other songs, but it was an enchanting experience, and Tim was genuinely disappointed by the break caused by the issues. He waved to Rias, and, regardless of if he got her attention or not, he spoke; "Don't worry, it's been great so far, and I bet you'd make it great even if nothing else works." It was encouragement of some sorts, truthfully enough, though he wasn't yelling it like some fool.
Better not to cause a scene here as well, not when I've already gotten something else planned.
He then turned to Tom. "Right, Tom? It's been pretty great so far, at least." There was something about how similar the two were that made him curious, and he added; "By the way, unless you mind me asking, do you live with your biological parents? You know, just because the similarities. Might as well check and see if we can rule out something there."
