Jean calls for Things That Make Noise, and Cecil knows he's one of those. It's not like Jean hasn't been exposed to the Weather before. But this time, it's different.
It's around 9:55 at night, before the attack is due to start. Cecil climbs to the top of the clock tower, and speaks clearly into the sky beginning to swirl with color.
"With an open heart and an empty stomach, I take you to...The Weather."
Two things happen in tandem, after he speaks. The first, the music. It issues from everywhere and nowhere at once, bouncy and bold, the female singer's voice carrying that playful sardonic tone, the percussion bright and clattering. The second...well, weather. The sky scrolls over with clouds, followed by torrential rain and gusting winds. Raindrops clatter on rooftops, freezing to icicles on trees and balconies.
Things That Make Noise - Open to all, not just Jean
It's around 9:55 at night, before the attack is due to start. Cecil climbs to the top of the clock tower, and speaks clearly into the sky beginning to swirl with color.
"With an open heart and an empty stomach, I take you to...The Weather."
Two things happen in tandem, after he speaks. The first, the music. It issues from everywhere and nowhere at once, bouncy and bold, the female singer's voice carrying that playful sardonic tone, the percussion bright and clattering. The second...well, weather. The sky scrolls over with clouds, followed by torrential rain and gusting winds. Raindrops clatter on rooftops, freezing to icicles on trees and balconies.
And the rain is all that falls, this night.