I'll tell you all how the story ends

[cleartranquil]

Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right? 
When: Feb 3rd and after 
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.

For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands. 

As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back. 

They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals. 

But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part. 

Comments

[sharktrash]

[ ...a small pause. He could swear he knows someone who loved "target practice". Which mostly included shooting at subordinates, but still. --Ah. Where did that come from. Disregard, move on. ]

[ He grins again. ]

...so you should do it.

[maipokerface]

I'm sort of lacking the necessary equipment.

[Even if she now has an idea of the kind of equipment she wants.]

[sharktrash]

Can't you buy some? Or go to a shooting range or something?

[ Surely they have those kind of places here in Vista City, for anything from guns to archery. ]

[ ...maybe not throwing knives, but hey, catch a carnie (not a Carnie) and you might still be in luck.. ]

[maipokerface]

You point me towards a shop with throwing knives and I'll be set. As it is I have to hunt one down.

[sharktrash]

...knives, huh?

[ Why is there an annoying hissing laugh inside his head? There goes that grinning kid again, holding a bunch of knives spread out like a fan. ]

I'm sure there's gotta be something. I'll keep an eye out.

[maipokerface]

Don't spoil me too much here.

[It's light sarcasm but she adds:]

I would appreciate any tips though.

[sharktrash]

Why not? Would that melt the Ice Queen?

[ Just teasing. Probably. ]

You could always try robbing a kitchen otherwise.

[maipokerface]

Maybe. I can't really guarantee what happens after that.

[That said, she snorts.]

Throwing knives aren't kitchen knives.

[sharktrash]

Whoa, that's promising. I might even hire a squad to help me look.

[ He smiles at her, and it's slightly unsettling. ]

Nah, but you can kill a person with any knife you know how to use it.

[maipokerface]

That's true. I guess if you're determined enough, even a steak knife can have some accuracy.

[She hums a little in thought.]

Either way if anything like this ever happens again, at least I don't want to be thoroughly useless.

[Like this time.]

[sharktrash]

Hmm.

[ She's got a point. Helplessness is fucking annoying. It'd be so much easier on your conscience if you fought back! More fun, too. Then again, maybe they should try to not get into that kind of trouble... ]

Being useless is safer than being mediocre. If you fight back but fail, you'll end up dead. [ A small pause, followed by a wicked grin. ] So get good, yeah?

[maipokerface]

Get good or get gone?

[sharktrash]

Yeah, pretty much. [ He grins. ] Not unlike the music industry, huh?

[maipokerface]

No kidding. It can be pretty cutthroat some times. Not that I care about label competitions or bullshit like that.

[She waves a hand dismissively. Mai's never gotten into the whole turf war aspects of the music business.]

[sharktrash]

[ He makes a vague thoughtful noise. It's not a bad policy, really. They're there to make music, after all, not be asshats to whoever is signed to a different contract. And yet... ]

...they seem pretty good at making it our business, though. [ MURDERPARTY ] As long as you don't let your guard down, that's fine.

[maipokerface]

That really ticks me off too. I mean if they want to fight between each other, go for it. I didn't sign up to fight.

[Then again she's beginning to wonder if she even signed up for music to begin with. Dreams are just dreams though.]

Yeah I'm not about to do that, particularly not now.

[sharktrash]

I know right? I came here to do music. Well, also get rich and famous. Not this.

[ He sighs. There's just hoping that if they don't step out of line, they won't be bothered. "Make sure they kill the other guys", basically. It kind of sucks and maybe even smells of cowardice more than he'd like, but what are the choices? It's so much easier to just close your eyes to it. ]

Good.

[ He'll raise a toast at her and drink, pretty much content to end the conversation there if she is. ]