"Gli farò un'offerta che non potrà rifiutare."

[sharktrash]

Who: MANTICORE and Roy Mustang
What: the violence-worshipping band give the warm-up band's guitarist an offer he can't refuse.
When: 17ish?
Where: someplace a gig can take place. Vista City Mini Amphitheatre? idk
Warnings: language? probably?? SQUALO? idk will add as necessary

(( There are four main sections you can post your toplevels or tag in to:
- before Manticore's performance (watching Roy play, generic shenanigans, forcing him to stay onstage after his band's done),
- during (if you wanna play out making music and/or stage shenanigans!),
- after (the final verdict) and then, finally,
- dragging their catch back home and staging THE INITIATION CEREMONY. that's right MANTICORE is lowkey a frat house.
Have fun! Threadjacking encouraged and expected! Basically, go wild. ))

Comments

[sharktrash]

[ He looks at him seriously again. ]

I'd hope we won't be having any more replacements.

[ They're not just a band, they're a family. But he brightens up once he hears about the pyrotechnics. ]

Really? Do you, like, know how to make custom stuff? We've bought some pre-made equip before but it kinda sucks.

[snapcrackleburn]

I made that flame throwing guitar myself. What do you think?

[He checks behind and beneath the nightstand to be sure, then behind the bed itself.]

I can make MANTICORE the act with the best effects and lights as long as the manager backs me up. Engineers don't always like it when the artists begin poking their noses into their work, especially if they don't know what they're talking about.

[He continues on to the nearest canopy curtains and under the pillows.]

[sharktrash]

[ Closing in, Roy. Closing in. ]

He'd fucking better! I'm sure if -- [ right, they're not on the best terms right now... ] -- we all back it up, he'll have no choice but to join.

[ He actually looks impressed. Good job. ]

Guess we made the right choice.

[snapcrackleburn]

I can show you examples of my work on the internet later if you're interested. There are clips from the shows I've worked on. Before I joined Ignition Point that was my job. Music was a side aspiration for cafes, bars, and videos.

None of you are afraid of fire, are you?

[ Roy pulls back the sheets and circles the bed but finds nothing. He bends down, about to look under the bed, then takes the mattress into consideration. It doesn't hurt to check where people joke about hiding money. He pulls it up and low and behold, a porn magazine is revealed.

Roy bursts into laughter. ]

[sharktrash]

Sure. And wow, seriously? Are you self-taught, then? Damn.

[ He grins. Not just any porn magazine, a fucking filthy porn magazine. Leather harnesses and stuff. And is that... another one of those socks sticking out of the middle?.. ]

[snapcrackleburn]

Don't tell me it's in this.

[ He has a feeling about this one. Really were any of the guys who would own porn in this band the kind that would own one lone magazine?

He opens the magazine to the page where the sock is and raises a brow at the naughty contents. He says nothing about it and lifts the sock to examine it. When he holds it up, the light gives away that there's a shadow of something on the inside. Roy hurries to get the earring out, staring up towards the ceiling to ignore just how dirty the sock really is and where he found it.

His face lights up when he feels the earring fall out into his palm. ]

[sharktrash]

[ He'll wait for Roy to actually fish it out before answering. ]

Yup.

[ And yeah, good call. No worries, Squalo has a shelf dedicated for heavy BDSM and snuff and possibly MILF porn, if you ever come by his room you'll probably see it since he doesn't exactly try to hide it, shameless as he is. ]

Congratulations! You completed the first trial!

[snapcrackleburn]

[ Roy is quick to drop the sock aside on the floor. ]

Thanks! Permission to wash my hands of dirty sock smell? [ And... whatever else it passed to his hands? ]

[sharktrash]

[ Ha. Squalo's just casually gonna pick up the mag. ]

Permission granted. You have five minutes to prepare yourself for your next task. In case you wanna take a piss or get a drink or something.

[snapcrackleburn]

[ Roy hurries to the bathroom without looking back. If one didn't know what he had just touched they might think he REALLY HAS TO GO.

That's one round of humiliation down. What in the world comes next? ]