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]

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[variaboss]

[ Now that. That's familiar. Something about money and other lives and the demon of greed. And that toddler and that hood. He stares at the twin before he goes back to getting into twin number two's panties. Fantasma is going to have herself a hell of a good time if that illusionary body holds out. ]

Of course. You have to be strong to keep the top. But that's stupid. That's the dumbest thing ever. Why would an OUTSIDE advisor's choice be worth anything at all? The Don is in charge. He's the Boss. What he says goes. Some advisor should just advise.

[ He frowns darkly and presses his face into the girl on his lap's hair. Using that to calm him down, because for some reason just thinking about how needlessly convoluted that is pisses him off. ]

And what if you don't have a full set? What then? Do you just forfeit if you don't? The Rings should go to the Heir that the Don picks, period. They should go to me.

[avidita]

[Fantasma is having a hell of a time, when it doesn't seem like the boss is in danger of setting something on fire. She nuzzles into the spot between neck and shoulder, while Mammon finally contributes by reaching over to rake their fingers through Xanxus' hair. Whatever helps and keeps him calm.]

[They should have broken the mind control off of Squalo first for tips on this shit, dammit.]

Tradition is tradition, no matter how imbecilic it is unfortunately.

[...And, in hindsight, probably for situations such as when you put in a replacement for the don to get you nominated as the next in line in ways that are maybe just a little bit immoral, but listen.]

The one who has the most rings in their possession wins. Would you doubt the guardians you chose for yourself?

[variaboss]

[ Only fires he's lighting are those of passion, hopefully. Plus, it is keeping him from being too pissed off at things he feels he has no control over but should. The whole idea of having to fight for something that should be his in the first place is just infuriating. It just makes no sense that some random dude has as much sway as the boss. He could pick someone who has his own ideals at heart. Someone the advisor could use to gain even more power. No. The Don should be the law. When he's Don, he'll make that change. No more external advisor having so much damn power. ]

So even if you don't have a full set... so even if I didn't have a mist or a rain or whatever, I don't just automatically lose that? I can still fight for that one without someone wearing that shit?

[ He growls in frustration and totally snarls at her for that last one. If his hands weren't busy going down her twin's blouse and up her skirt, he would have hit her across the room for that. ]

Don't you dare insult them! They're the best. They're...Quality!

[ Defending people he can't even remember while feeling up a frog... fuck his life. ]

[avidita]

[Thank god for Fantasma taking the bullet. Choosing a pair of Cervello as a disguise was clearly the perfect choice here. Mammon is well aware of what Xanxus can do when he's pissed and someone is in reach.]

You have everyone you need, Xanxus. And someone to fill in the spot that isn't.

[Well, he did, back then. Gola Mosca filled its purpose.]

You don't remember their faces, but you clearly remember them in some way, don't you? Enough to be possessive over them, at any rate, it seems. What do you remember?

[A rock of Fantasma's illusionary hips to encourage him and keep his hands busy.]

[variaboss]

[ The frog is really a lifesaver really. And a great distraction. He focuses on her. On getting her to rock her hips more. His fingers are getting very busy, teasing her. They stop at the question though and he frowns again. ]

...A crown. Like a gay ass tiara. A feather boa. Umbrellas... Long white hair... a small black hood...

[ He stares hard at the other twin. ] An annoying laugh. A metal knee. Piercings. A sword. A baby... That's what I remember.

[avidita]

[It's a good thing Fantasma isn't a normal human woman- or whatever the Cervello were- or else she'd probably be annoyed about this. As it is, she merely contents herself with rubbing her fingers along his neck.]

Storm, sun, lightning, rain, and mist- in order, of course. [Leaning back, Mammon is perfectly at ease.] A prince, a Muay Thai fighter, a ruthless assassin, the best swordsman in the world, and the best illusionist in the world.

[And fuck off Mukuro Rokudo for saying otherwise.]

The ones you chose.

[variaboss]

[ What the Cervello were is still out for discussion. But the one on his lap sure does feel like a woman. And he'll make it up to her as soon as he stops being distracted by trying to remember shit and making his head hurt to do it. ]

...The ones who waited...

[ Yeah. He remembers that, sort of. ]

And you two came along to help with the rings. It was just about to start, I think. You two were all about that. Preparing our battlefield. Against...against... fuck if I know. No one important, since I'm going to slaughter them and take what belongs to me.

[ That seems wrong though. Deeply wrong. He's a bassist. He fights, but they are bar fights. Nothing at all like a Mafia War over heirloom jewelry. ]

[avidita]

[So funny story about "going to slaughter them"... But that's not the point right now. It would just piss him off further and be pointless in the long run.]

That's right, for all of it.

So, how is that for a first exchange?

[Perfectly comfortable, Fantasma leans comfortably into him while he thinks things over. She's not going anywhere.]

[variaboss]

[ Yeah. It's probably a good idea never to tell him that. Specially since he can't remember Tsuna yet. ]

[ He keeps his hands moving. The twin on his lap isn't getting ignored at all. In fact, he's a little rougher as he thinks about it. About these things he can't remember and knows he should. ]

I think that was a good first exchange. Just tell me one thing... My people. Are they...okay?

[ The joys of brainwashing. He actually gives a shit. ]

[avidita]

[That's probably the greatest change yet, honestly. Mammon hides their amusement behind the illusion, keeping track of how well Fantasma's Mist-constructed body is holding up. It can take however much it needs to, but it is Xanxus.]

They're all fine. [Which is sort of true for Squalo, since he's not dead, but they'll get to that next time.] There's no need for concern.

[variaboss]

[ He's going to be seeing very soon if a mist-illusion can withstand a very concentrated effort to get the twin on his lap to orgasm. For right now, it'll be just her. Next time, well, he's already planning on meeting somewhere where he can definitely screw the both of them. ]

...They're good. That's good. That's all I care. You have contact with them, right? Then you can tell them something for me. Tell them to wait for me just a little longer. I know they've waited a long time already, but they just need to wait a little longer. When I come back to them, I'll bring them the throne of the 10th and their rightful place as the guardians of the 10th Vongola.

[avidita]

[Well, they don't exactly have contact with them, but... This works.]

Understood. They never doubt you will.

[That's enough for now, they think, and they shift their powers around Fantasma to mimic an orgasm so that the poor frog is finally released. She digs her fingers into his shoulders with a shudder before slumping against him, and Mammon reaches over to rub her back.]

[Fantasma and the sacrifices she makes.]

I think it's time for us to go for now. Things to do. [Illusion sickness to avoid, etc.] We'll leave you a way to contact us.... for our next date, of course.

[variaboss]

[ Well, he can cross give a frog an orgasm off his bucket list. Hopefully she enjoyed it, fake or not. Because he's giving her another hell of a kiss and then pulling his hand away to readjust her skirt for her ]

It is. Next time, I hope you two are both ready for a bit of fun. But before that, you best come here, cause I'm not letting you go without a kiss as well. Something to remember me by and get you looking forward to more.

[avidita]

[Such a gentleman, boss is. Fantasma has no complaints as she relaxes against the armrest to make room for Mammon. When they joined the Varia, they didn't think it'd be the kind of job that meant satisfying their boss' boner...]

[But that's why they let the illusion handle that so they don't have to do it themself. It's a fantastic makeout too, if they can say so themself. They'll fake nothing but the best for their boss.]

It'd be impossible to forget you, trust us.

[It's why they're here.]