Punk is not dead

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.


It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

[ooc: open prompts below or make up your own]

Comments

[variaboss]

He watches the ritual. It's so different from whiskey. Far more art to it than just pouring a glass of his chosen poison. He takes the glass once it's pushed towards him and nodded. "It does indeed. Fairies that twist the mind and show truths hidden and dragons that horde away treasures that once were lost." He takes a drink and gets hit with that licorice flavor. "We've encountered both, I think. But one more prevalent than the other."

Why choose this man to speak to about things he's starting to question? Perhaps because this man was older and seemed a little wiser. He might offer an insight he hasn't had before, simply from experience.

[psyvampexperiment]

"Perhaps revealing the location of the treasures that the dragons have hidden, and perhaps the dragons help to guard some of the most precious of the secrets which the faeries have revealed?" he muses. Then as the younger man takes a drink from his glass. "Like what you taste? It can be a bit strong, even overwhelming at the first sip.

"I had a feeling you've had your share of dragons, just as I've met my share of faeries in my time and through my creations..."

[variaboss]

He hums at that. He wonders what secrets they are holding from them. He knows what his memories are and he knows they are changing. He is changing. Others too. How much have the dragons taken and horded away from them?

"It's not my whiskey, that's for certain, but I don't think I hate it." He still likes his chosen drink better.

[psyvampexperiment]

"Hmmm! Admittedly, it's not for everyone, but I'm glad the experience was at least a welcome one," he says with a bow.

(OOC: Shall we leave them there? Bit of an old thread...)