Who: Nathanial and Izzy.
What: First meeting.
Where: The graveyard Nathanial lives near by and works at.
When: Thursday Night

Me aka Nathanial: As usual after sunset Nathanial had stepped outside. The weather was nice and the sky was clear which was something Nathanial was happy about. He knew his sister had gone to visit Sheleg and would come back later but he knew there was n reason to worry. She was safer here then she was back home with their parents. Sitting on the usual tomb he had climbed upon more then once Nathanial open his viola case and took out the instrument. As usual he checked her first and tuned her before he'd pick up his bow and play. When he was satisfied he decided on Bach and closed his eyes as he let the music move him.

Them aka Izzy: Israel found his ersatz home whittling his soul to the thread of a toothpick. Despite his sweeping murals of grandiose fantasy and the familiar disorder of a place fully lived in there was nothing as cloying as its dank atmosphere. As the moist heat of the daylight world sighed in exhaustion and surrendered to night's cool dominion Izzy could not suffer another moment indoors and fled to the darkening world. Where to wander... Downtown would be unwise. The park spoke too much of feigned innocence. Surely there was some sanctity embedded in the graves of strangers long deceased? That was it. He knew the way with little doubt. Few sounds distracted Izzy as his boots clicked on the smooth concrete. He was grateful for the peace unhindered by presumptuous beings in too much a hurry. The glory of anonymous night stilled the boy's nerves as he trod the worn paths between tombstones. Thomas Hawthorne... Emily Hirsch... George Hirsch... Were these true lives that had ended? People who had lived willingly in this mysterious purgatory? Or prisoners silenced by an ominous presence? He shivered in the still-warm air. Melvin trailed behind like an ill-tempered watchdog grinding its teeth and Izzy almost wished he would vanish and take his fury with him. The youth knew that his counterpart would never allow harm to come to him, of course, but would it destroy him to be calm for a spell? Izzy sighed and drifted on like fog on the currents of the sea. Only when he allowed himself to disperse did he notice the music. A haunting theme for this placid scene played upon strings delicately handled. Something in the boy cast a line and began reeling him toward the sound. Was this his imagination?

Nathanial:: Getting up from the sitting position he was in Nathanial allowed the music to move him. As usual when he played the music completely pulled him in. He saw images form around him, images the music showed him, memories that were stored deep in his being and which were summoned by the music. Images of plays, operas and ballets he had been to or had even played for himself. Their beauty pulled him in and how he longed to be home. how he longed to play for an audience again and pull them in the story he was telling with his music. Deciding there was only one composer he wished to honor tonight Nathanial took a deep breath before the soft notes of Bach merged from his viola. He knew not everyone was able to appreciate Bach or any of the old composers but, though from his appearance people wouldn't think it, Nathanial loved to pay old classical music. There were times though he changed it up and quickened his pace. Opening his eyes as the song came t an end and the visions started to blur Nathanial noticed that Israel was coming near him. He had no idea who the other man was but he was glad he was high enough so he was slightly safe. "Good evening."

Izzy: : Israel halted a scant grave's length from the musician poised atop a tomb like a gargoyle. Such sounds... too long had it been since the former had tasted the tart sweetness of string song and he was starved for it. 'Don't you dare go over there.', Melvin warned. The harsh tone of voice somewhat brought Izzy back to himself; he caught his lip between his teeth and returned to reality with pain. Though enchanted by the seduction of the classical piece he must nevertheless be cautious of them that lurked in darkness. A kindred spirit could disguise a demon with beauty's razor kiss. Melvin grasped the youth's upper arm protectively and scrutinized the man who had so enthralled his twin. Defiant, Izzy jerked away from the pressure and took another step slower. His voice was soft but not unfriendly when he replied, "There's something compassionate about playing Bach for what's left of the souls buried here." His full lips spread into a shy smile that looked likely to blow away in a breeze. "But you should know that sitting on graves is disrespectful. It makes the spectres angry." One slim calloused hand gestured to the stone bed. "And you wouldn't want them after you."

Nathanial:: Nathanial raised an eyebrow wondering ho the young man was talking to but he decided not to say anything. His sister carried her own teddy bear with her everywhere and Sheleg always had that robot called Herbie with him so who was he to judge someone else's behaviour? Indeed nobody for he was just a man who has his own strange behaviour as well. The words that came from Izzy's lips brought a soft smile to Nathanial's face. "I am glad you agree on the music I play as I feel that classical music is more appropriate then any other form." He got off the tombstone and bowed his head in shame. "I mean no disrespect to anyone. The reason why I'm sitting on this tomb though is because it's empty. A young girl was buried her but her grave was robbed more then ten year ago. Her parents kept the tomb as they wanted something to visit. Her mother told me she liked classical music. Emily was a ballerina you see, so I've been playing ballet pieces for her and other compositions her mother told me she loved. It is my way to comfort her soul so she knows she is not forgotten." His voice was deep yet soothing. Just by talking he was able to calm Isabelle down whenever she was distraught and he never quite understood why it was but his mother said his voice was calming. "I don't know much about spectres but I know about most people buried here so I know how t best respect and honor them. Not many people do so. it's quite sad actually." He had placed his viola on the tomb and held out his hand. "My name is Nathanial Wylde but like almost everyone you are more then welcome to call me either Nathan or Nate. I'm used to it."

Izzy: : Izzy's heart was in a flurry akin to a blizzard but far from chilly. Such marvelous beliefs this man had and each word was smelt with genuine feeling! Though the younger musician had been disposed to something much like love for his former band mates even those beloved of his heart had never spoken so like Izzy himself. His being reached for the wisdom yearningly and absorbed it. Surely the spirits lingering here had forgiven and dismissed whatever sin there was in the presence of Nathaniel amongst them. Izzy's pale eyes wandered to the empty tomb with an uncharacteristic unmasked pity. He had immense empathy for those long since departed from the flesh. But here was a human with a beating heart extending a warm appendage. Izzy turned from his thoughts and returned the gesture. "Israel. But I prefer Izzy. My full name makes me think of religion and desert landscapes." The man before him was of the same height yet the delicacy of his structure was deceptive; his hand was like bridge cable--- thin but stronger than a concrete column. Izzy nodded to the silent third person. "And this is Melvin... but please don't try to engage him. He'll scare you off." After reluctantly releasing Nathaniel's hand he bent toward the stone casket that the latter had told him so much about. Izzy delicately traced the faint impressions in weather-beaten stone and committed the lines to memory. Pools of water had collected in seasons past to dissolve and smooth the surface. Time reclaimed all in this world. There was no recycling system more sophisticated. "How do you know so much about the people buried here?"

Nathanial:: Nathanial smiled softly as he nodded. "Izzy it is then. It's funny, I work at a Christian graveyard when I am an Odinist. All the Odinists in this town work at this church. it's funny." He nodded his head in a polite manner as to say hello to Melvin as well. "Good evening." was the only word he spoke to Melvin as he was not certain what as wise. Letting out a sigh he thought about how best he could answer Izzy. he didn't want to scare the other man off . "The local library has papers. a lot of them had obituaries so I read the. sometimes I visited living relatives to ask them more and... Well mostly they forgot about what I asked them after a while. There was a bit of information on Emily in the newspapers so I read that but Mark, the church minister, has told me a few stories as well. He tries his best to make me come to church and believe in only one god and in Jesus Christ but I can't do that. It would be an insult to my family."