Wes is sitting on a non-glass pierced sofa in the living room, staring at the papers he's translated, and is wondering if maybe he should bring these to Maka and Soul. He couldn't think of a reason why they wouldn't bring all six of the papers. Yet he felt like something else was motivating him.
He would dare to say his big brother instincts were tingling.
It didn't help as the strange prestigious man with golden eyes was watching / admiring a painting very carefully. He would've believed it was just admiration but his eyes were glazed the same way they were when he asked Soul to stand between his parents the night prior. Wes figured he could see living things in a different form, which would make sense as he is apparently a reaper. The direction he was looking though made him worry. He was looking upwards towards the mountain, if the walls and painting were removed from view.
Right were the ruins were, and his little brother should be.
Wes went on autopilot sorting the papers and writing mindlessly unimportant things down on the translations, all while keeping most of his peripheral focus on his brother's reaper friend. This went on for a little bit, before the male abruptly turned to face Wes.
"You've been watching me for a bit, do you feel a sense of urgency to help as well?"
Wes was taken back, unable to respond verbally so he nodded.
"Do you have a means of transportation to get there for yourself?"
"Yes, and I just want to bring the rest of the papers." The musician states.
"Bring your instrument of choice as well. It might be needed."
A couple minutes later Wes was on dirt bike with a violin case strapped to his back, and Kidd was next to him flying low on a skateboard he referred to as Beelzebub.
Wes began to learn to not question his brother's friends.
"Do you know how to navigate to the first room, Mr. Evans?" The guy in the suit yells over the wind and distance.
"Call me Wes, I'm Soul's older brother, and of course!"
What they expected to find and what they found were very different.
Both of Soul's body and his "meister's" body were awkwardly laying on the ground in the hallway, and they were unconscious. The room that should be before both Kidd and Wes was just a solid wall. A dead end. Wes pulls half of his brother onto his lap and looks up terrified and confused at the wall before him.
"This should be the first room..." He mumbles.
The reaper's eyes glaze over again, and he mentions,
"It is, just closed off. Their souls are behind this wall in the room you speak of."
Wes calls out to his brother, and nothing changes around him. Kidd couldn't see change in the two souls either. However in actuality, Soul became eerie silent and stiff. Something was telling him to listen closely, yet he couldn't hear a voice like he felt like he should. Maka paused as well, and her eyes glazed over and turned to the now closed off hallway.
"Kidd is here, as well as another soul from your family."
"They know we're here, Maka must still be able to use soul perception and can see us because they're standing on the other side of this wall now." Kidd states.
Wes sets down his brother's upper body gently on the floor from his lap and stands up. He pulls out his violin after thinking about how they probably couldn't hear them talking. But he knew damn well if you perform a song in the ruins, every room and every corridor within the mountain would echo it.
"I thank you for telling me to bring my violin. They can't hear us, can they?"
The reaper nods.
"But they should be able to hear instruments, the entire mountain can hear an instrument within it."
He plays a single long note, and not even a moment later he could hear a piano key being pressed.
Kidd raises his eyebrows, impressed at he cunning idea of musical communication. After a few minutes of musical Morse code, the taller brother states,
"They have the wrong sheet music for this room."
"Is there an order?" Kidd replies.
"Believe so, although I'm unsure as to what the order is."
"Do the translations you hold, have titles?" Kidd further inquires, and the musician shakes his head,
"Non, they do have themes though."
He fans out the sheets in a hand.
There was one written in first person, about personal life. Wes noted this to be particularly unusual to find, until poets like Sappho and Catullus came around; it was about being unusual or unique.
Another spoke of royalty, which might date back to the Etruscans, the people who ruled the land as kings before the "Res Republicae" or the Roman Republic.
A particularly erratic poem spoke of war, and sacrifice. Wes would have mentioned something it might be relating to, but there were too many wars in the history of the Mediterranean Sea to be specific.
There was also a poem of romance, of two people falling in love together, and it was also oddly written in first person.
A poem of weapons was found in the mix, whether it was about the family's history or if it was of just weapons in general the musician was unsure of.
There was a poem of the mountain as well, and Wes admitted that he and Soul knew this one by heart, it was a family nursery rhyme they heard often as very young children.
It must've been passed down for generations.
"Play the mountain one to Soul, logically it might be the starting one to get the mountain to allow them farther in."
Wes nodded and handed the papers to Kidd before standing straight with his violin under his chin.
When Soul heard the first note of his brother's violin, how so few songs began like that, he knew exactly what this song was. He wasn't at all surprised by it so he played right along with his brother by old memory. The notes harmonizing from the different types of instruments, Maka stared in awe as the runes light up a golden white all around the room. The light spread from the piano across the floor and then up the walls behind the curtains. The melody was calming and soothing; it reminded her of a forest and a lullaby.
As the last of the purple runes turned to golden white the barrier of the hallway they entered from faded.
Wes kept playing yet he was amazed at what he saw within the room. The walls were beautiful, and he saw two glowing orbs in the middle of the room. He could hear a piano but did not see it. As the duet came to an end another entrance opened up now, which was on the other side of the room. Within that room purple inscriptions lit the walls, but Wes could see no further.
The Violinist went to step into the room, before a firm grip settled on his shoulder.
"You have no need to get your soul ripped from you, Wes. They're coming to us." Kidd warns.
The orbs of light whizzed over to directly in front of the two males before dropping down, and he hears gasps as both people return to their bodies. An unknown wind swirls around them. "Thanks bro, and Kidd." The younger white haired man coughs out before standing, and helping his partner up.
"Wes you're brilliant," The female claims and continues, "And thank you for bringing the piece to us, by chance do you know the results of the order?"
"Well first off are you both okay?" Wes replies instead, and Soul chuckles,
"We're fine, don't worry."
Wes chews on his lip and repeats the question, this time answered by Maka, before explaining what he knew about the poems, and what order they might be in.
Mountain.
Royalty.
Weapon.
War.
Love.
Uniqueness.
They have Wes play each, which takes some time because some of the pieces were a couple of minutes long, but Soul needed to hear them. They couldn't carry paper in soul orb form. He had to be able to replay them back when he needed it, and luckily they must have gotten the order right because they all flowed together, when one stopped on a certain note the next began on that exact one.
It made it much easier to memorize.
As Soul did that, Maka memorized the actual words, something was urging her to do it. To be fair it was a good idea, in case her partner had an idiot moment and forgot a piece in a later room. As she turned around to look at the room they just purified, Kidd, quiet for most of the exchange gives off a "Hm," sound. Not even a moment later, Maka could feel her long jacket being pulled off. Whipping out a dictionary she turns around to slam dunk her book into Kidd's head yet her weapon once again uncharacteristically catches her arm to prevent Kidd's harm. She must've made a face for this because Soul grinned before Kidd explains,
"Forgive me, but your lower back is glowing through your clothes, and I wanted to see what was the cause."
"Wha—?"
Soul grabs her by the shoulders and spins her back around to face the room, before lifting her sweater vest and untucking her shirt from under the band of her skirt. Kidd confusingly reads,
"Mons?"
"Mons, montis, masculine. Mountain." Maka spits out in a robotic fashion, damn that professor.
"Bene, pulchra." Soul replies and Wes is surprised questioning,
"Dicesne Latinus?"
—You speak Latin?
Maka bites the side of her lip, and glances over to a totally not (aka very) suspicious Soul, who is finding extreme sudden interest in the next room. Soul goes stiff as Wes gains a cunning smile as Maka admits Soul has been teaching her.
Unbeknownst to Maka regardless of the reasons Soul began teaching her, (result of a bad professor,) this has an entirely different meaning to a male Evans.
"Interesting..." Wes states, his burning gaze sliding over to Soul, who glares back with a, "Don't you dare" look.
Kidd coughs to break the tension, and mentions about how they should probably continue to the next room, to ya know... fix the witch problem. Soul hastily agrees, and Maka chimes in last. The both turn to face the room, and Soul questions,
"Kidd, Wes, are you going to remain in the ruins or return to the house?"
"We'll guard your bodies, and figure out why Maka is getting tattooed."
As Soul and Maka nod then step into the room, they drop, and shortly after Kidd and Wes watch orbs wander into the next room.
Oh my Zeus, two chaptas (although short, s'why I gave two), and not two years to get them. Lots of history lessons in these past two so you're welcome! :D Ooooh things are getting funky too, what the hell is going to happen in those other rooms? Whadda about the big heart of the mountain Dome? Well, I have no fucking clue. I'll burn that bridge when I get there.
Mmm, those review bribes.