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(Violet was the only one who actually wore pants for a women and was technically a outcast, you should know the description this time BUT she’s more mild)

“Oh? It’s alright really.”

*he bent, picking up all your things and holds them out to you*
Pendleton: “I’m dreadfully sorry- that’s my fault. I wasn’t looking-“

(She took them carefully) “It’s alright.” (She smiled softy to reassure) I’m Violet. Can I ask you for your name?

*he grinned, pushing up his glasses*
Pendleton: “My name…?” *he held out his hand for a shake* “Pendleton.”

(She shook it) nice to meet you Pendleton!

Pendleton: *grin* “The pleasure is mine, really. Where were you off to?”

“Just wandering around, most people consider me “exiled” from society….before I punched a guy who man handled me”

Pendleton: *he gasped* “Oh my! Well… I consider that brave.” *he patted your arm gently* “I don’t really fit into the mold either…” *he twirled a strand of his hair around his index finger*

(She lauged) We hermits stick together. (She looked at the things in his hands) “you an inventor?”

Pendleton: *he grinned* “Why yes! I enjoy making little machines of the sort.”

That’s really cool! I’m an engineer, if your having trouble with one of your inventions I can help!

Pendleton: “that would be lovely! Would you like to come over?”

(She nodded) Sire! Lead the way!

*he walked down the streets, looking over his shoulder every so often*

(At some point she looked back too) are you okay? What’s wrong? Someone following you?

“We might die here if that shell landed on its head if it didn’t you are going to help me get this back to the cargo boats.” They both wait a minute just looking at the artillery shell that has yet to detonate then he picks it back up and hands it to you.

Chandra, a kind music teacher, had dropped some sheet music, scrambling to pick it up*

"Oh it's quite alright. These streets are busy, it happens."

*he kneels, pushing up his glasses before helping you pick up your things*
Pendleton: “Oh I’m so dreadfully sorry. I was not looking where I was going.” *he awkwardly stutters* “I’m sorry-“

"Hey don't worry, it's fine. Are you alright?" *She extended a hand to help him up*

Pendleton: *he flinches at first, then takes you hand. Once standing, he brushes himself off, and offers an awkward smile* “I- ah… Pendleton.” *he offers his hand*

*she took it* "Chandra. Pleasure to meet you."

*he firmly shook her hand*
Pendleton: “The pleasure is mine, really.” *he grins warmly* “Now, where were you off too?”

"I was off to the music school down the road, I teach music there."

*he grins*
Pendleton: “That’s wonderful! May I tag along? I play the violin.”

"Sure! Are you wanting violin lessons, a jam session or just coming to visit?"

Pendleton: *he flushes* “Well I’d just like to visit. I don’t… get out much.”

"Yeah sure, come on."
*she began walking again, expecting him to follow*

*he grinned and gave you a thumbs up*

*she tapped her foot, finding the tempo, her body acting as a metronome as she counted him in*

"Set. 1. 2. 1, 2, 3, 4-"

*he played along with you, the both of them together sounding really good*

*She let him take the lead for the most part until the second half of the song switched to horn lead, her playing becoming stronger and intonation becoming warmer and more precisely tonal*

*he looked thrilled the whole time*

*they evened out a bit as they reached the end of the song*

*after, he looked like he wanted to hug you, but didnt*
Pendleton: “That was… awesome!”

"I know right!" *her eyes were sparkling, she truly enjoyed it. She got up, pouring them both glasses of water*

"Thanks for doing that with me. My students aren't advanced enough for that piece so I had nobody to try that out with."

*he broke into a grin at the praise, playing about half a piece he memorized before stopping*

"I have a lovely french horn and violin duet. Wanna try it with me?"

Pendleton: “Of course!”

*she smiled brightly and set up a music stand for him with the sheet music on it*

"Excuse me, you'll have to give me a second to warm up"

*She pulled out a beautiful, well-kept French horn. attaching the mouthpiece*

*he watches in amazement, still holding the violin*
Pendleton: “That’s… that’s amazing! You play that?”

"I sure do!" *She smiled* "You ever heard one of these before?"

Pendleton: “I have. But I’ve only seen them in the paper! It’s so amazing to see it up close.”

*She smiled and warmed up, playing a quick etude for him to get him familiar with the sound of the french horn. It has a warm, rich, smooth brassy tone*

*he just kinda stood there in awe*

*She finished up and flipped to her own copy of the violin-horn duet*

"Are you ready?"

*he followed closely behind, every so often pushing up his glasses*

*she looked at him every once in awhile, making sure he doesn't get lost* "We're almost there."

*he seemed nervous about something. Not in a fear sort of way… more of the fear that he may be caught. But why?*
Pendleton: “You know I really appreciate you letting me come along.”

*she reached a small, quaint one-story building and opened the door* "Come in."

*Inside there were stacks of chairs against the wall, a piano, a small counter with a drawer of instrument repair tools, multiple instruments available, including brass instruments, woodwinds, and strings*

Pendleton: *in awe* “this… this is amazing!”

*She smiled* "Anything interest you here?"

*he slowly walked over to a violin, admiring how pristine it was*
Pendleton: “Could I…?”

"Of course."

*he picks it up, and gingerly put it on his shoulder. He held it as if it was glass. After getting the proper position, he picked up the bow and began to play. He was actually quite good*

*she smiled, tapping her foot softly to act as a metronome for him. "Great intonation!"