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[u]Yo-Yo Grounds, Commerce District[/u]

His arrival was a bit late, but not overly so. A quiet melody he played as he approached the site made him invisible to all eyes, ignored and unseen, hood drawn up. He had unfortunately missed the competition beforehand, but the surrounding presences and the increasing number of Servants showed that the true show was not yet over.

The Servant who stood at the center, [b][Hercules][/b], he called himself. And yet-

[center]That bright figure, who stood upon the prow of that boat-
The legendary hero-
That one goth phase where he had a towel over his face-

No, this was not [b][Heracles][/b].[/center]

His memories told the truth. This man was not the same one as the great one he had sailed alongside. 

And yet.

Yet.

Orpheus began to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6RvOOU_VHA]play.[/url] A song for those who rejected their past. A song for those who rejected their future. A song for those who refused themselves, who reached beyond, who became something else, in pursuit of a dream, in pursuit of a New Life.

The first notes fall, as the Faker turns to address the one who approaches him. This particular song- would not be more than a nudge. To let those who heard it confirm their darkest fears, their own regrets, their own goals. It would not do to paint the scene when the scene would paint itself.

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