OOC Meme: Character soundtracks!

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By my estimation, it's been something along the lines of a couple of years since we've done this. But I was driving home from work the other day, thinking "This song makes me think of this character, and this one reminds me of this other character," and I got nostalgic, and here we are.

List your characters that you want people to suggest songs for, or that you have musical inspiration for, and have fun! If possible, link to what you're thinking of in whatever form you feel comfortable with: Youtube, upload, lyrics, whatever.

ETA: Oops, did not realize I'd friendslocked it!

Bunraku in the Great Hall ((Open RP))

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On a stage was where they belonged, performing, whether for a large crowd in a formal performance or for a small group on the side of the street during festival. Performance gave them purpose, direction; it was their life.

With some help from the ever willing house elves, a stage was set up at the end of the Great Hall. The only advertising was a sign outside the Hall that explained what would be happening within and the hours marked. The house elves also procured a recording of the chant for a particular play that appealed to both Sakon and Ukon—it was enough of a challenge to be suitable practice for one who would, someday, take the place of a national treasure and was flamboyant enough to satisfy a need for attention.

Sakon dressed traditionally, a kimono and hakuma in dark sober colors. He was part of the background, the setting, nothing more. His hands rested on his knees, gathering himself, preparing himself for what was to come, to channel the character through his hands, through Ukon.

Ukon waited on a stand beside Sakon's knee. His clothing, in stark contrast to Sakon's, was bright orange and red with shibori maple leaves falling over his shoulders and the hemline. His obi was a vivid red, matching his hair. On the stand, he was limp, lifeless, merely a puppet, though exquisitely made. Just behind him, in a hole in the stand, a spear, bright metal head, a red tassel hanging from the rope that bound the head to the staff.

Sakon took a deep breath, his head coming up, his expression passively neutral as he reached for Ukon. As he touched the puppet, life flowed into Ukon. Ukon looked out onto his audience as Sakon moved the stand behind them, removing the staff. He set it on the ground near his legs.

A drum began with a slow rhythm, a flute in a high warbling over it. A male voice, rich and round, began the chant, a story that Ukon acted out even as the voice told of it in verse.

( The story unfolds )

The silence at the end of the recording was so deep that it seemed that Sakon held his breath until the moment passed. Ukon rose, his hands free of the spear, and they both bowed to those who had decided to watch.

Rather than returning Ukon to the stand, as would be traditional, Sakon kept the puppet with him.

((OOC: Feel free to have your pups speak to each other or to Sakon and Ukon. I'll reply to tags that are obviously directed to the duo.))